I will not show my wounds <br />As you have poo pooed them not just once! <br />My life too extracts a price. <br />And I alone shall pay it. <br />A heap of pain may squeeze me for long <br />But I will never let you know them <br />For you are much disinterested <br />In all those mutterings... <br /> <br />I see nothing hitting my daily bread <br />But it turns bitter in taste <br />Or a newer fever grips my palate! <br />Am I drawing the conflicts of a season <br />And setting the mind up on a mound <br />Of scarce greenery and much of brown stones? <br />A half naked moon may wipe out my tears. <br />But she is half naked, you see! <br /> <br />Time has ever ruthlessly caused discomfort <br />And freedom of the mind is an Utopia. <br />I too wish for a soul singing in a withering tone <br />Till the delusion of eternity fades out. <br />The departing stars are yellow and far <br />I see my boyhood youthful pride dying with them. <br />Your frowns and cold looks have been <br />A silencer for my lost spring, I swear. <br /> <br />Someone was knocking at the door I thought <br />But it was the naughty wind in a wrong gesture! <br />The footsteps heard have stopped for ever <br />And the desertion looks imminent <br />But I will not show my wounds <br />As you have termed them as the scars of unknown fears. <br />My mind dives into a pool <br />In the abyss of which my sleep is asleep. <br /> <br />The heart with contents of sorrow may re-beat <br />And it may fill up the nothingness with a few sighs <br />I perceive another spring should have been there <br />For my other seasons have been disguised very often! <br />In the orchard of my yesterdays. <br />I want to chase a butterfly in mad flutter <br />Along the corridors of the life left over <br />Shall I walk with my half naked moon otherwise?<br /><br />M.D Dinesh Nair<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-shall-i-do-6/
