I rock on my rocking chair. <br />With rolling heart. <br />Broken hopes and broken parts. <br /> <br />An unintended mistake, <br />Created a rolling over, rolling par. <br />It could have been corrected. <br />Is a regret that is in my heart. <br />A thing that could have been prevented. <br />A thing that was not so big at all. <br />I created a hell, <br />It is all over again… <br /> <br />Have to have a new hope, <br />Have to get the things right, <br />I don’t know what to say, <br />I don’t know how to console my heart. <br /> <br />I don’t know how to fight, <br />My worst fears win at last. <br />Pain pains and tear cry. <br /> <br />I have noting left, <br />Except a hope of sunrise. <br />I don’t know what is on. <br />I don’t know how to make things right. <br /> <br />I just sit here on my rocking chair, <br />With rolling heart, <br />Eyes cry, <br />Lungs gasp for survival. <br /> <br />A breath of hope fill my mouth. <br />Winds whisper in my ears. <br />“Don’t worry, things may be worst, <br />But won’t be to stay for long.”<br /><br />Anurag Kumar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rocking-on-my-rocking-chair/
