I lay lifeless by a burning bank, <br />Where I cried for my love, lay weeping; <br />I cried and cried all alone in the dark, <br />Crying, crying and crying. <br /> <br />Then I moved to the world and the wild, <br />All were there to prick and pinch in haste; <br />And they abused how I was defiled, <br />Driven out and polluted but players chaste. <br /> <br />I live in a dark and abused lane of love, <br />And cheated, I and wished I never had been; <br />A pit was dig in the midst to mock my lore, <br />Where I used to play as a jumping teen. <br /> <br />And the doors of dignity and love were shut <br />Although not writ on the door; <br />So I tried and turned to love hut, <br />That many love vultures bore. <br /> <br />Inside I saw my fellows as if in graves, <br />Joy riders crush us brutally like tombstones to dead, <br />And we in black gowns mourn the waves, <br />And cursing my existence with cleaved head. <br /> <br />When my shamed eyes sore <br />Bright day turned into night and strife, <br />Day suffers with the night's gloomy lore, <br />We are shadows without gender, joy and life.<br /><br />Dr. Yogesh Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-lanes-of-love/
