I'll sit face to face <br />with me and interrogate <br />my soul about <br />my rise and fall. <br />Night is deep now <br />and my tired couch <br />is reclining on me <br />as the tasks did <br />from morning to dusk. <br />They tossed me <br />on the hot pan <br />all day long, <br />tenaciously and <br />without any reason, <br />except pence and penny. <br />If you ask me to be <br />lucid in explaining <br />my terms and to deepen <br />my tones, I can't <br />because, the diction <br />which deliberately <br />appear under the <br />pressure of my index <br />finger are forcing <br />to get in on the screen. <br />This is my fate, <br />my inevitable lot, <br />like my love, <br />instead of your scolding <br />and hatred I can't expose. <br />It's your destiny <br />and mine too. <br />Scorching yet tolerable! <br />I am now face to face <br />with I and me!<br /><br />Neela Nath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-is-deep-now/
