A teardropp hangs to my eyelid like a dewdropp on a leaf blade <br />My heart is heavy with the pain of bereavement <br />Those days are dead now, though the pyre keeps burning <br />Why does the vision of an unknown poet keep haunting me? <br />Am I destined to wander, raving like a madman in the darkness? <br />I am struggling beneath the weight of bygone days <br />Sapped of all my zeal in an empty raft <br />As I keep straying in the middle of nowhere <br />Many a fond memory tries to colour the background of my mind <br />Night is eternal here as the sun of hope will never rise <br />I will never take my pen again to capture my feelings <br />I bid farewell to you my world <br />The poet in me is dead.<br /><br />Abhay Vignesh Liginlal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suicide-of-a-poet/
