What better way for my emotions to die? <br />than in the hands of the instinct <br />it was given birth by. <br />I never surrendered to anticipate and <br />all the while I hoped and wished and prayed. <br />There would come a day I so believed <br />when my rhyme would make you realize, <br />and leave me relieved. <br />My poetry wears not mere words as ornaments for decoration <br />but speaks of the spirit which led to its creation <br />It is good to be destroyed by the hands of which one is created <br />So that loss of the asset is never regretted. <br />Expire in me the power to raise a verse may <br />Expression such that my feelings for you couldn't convey… <br />Someday had you sung to me in praise of a foreign verse <br />The day you left on my elegy forever a deep laden curse… <br /> <br />My conscience on the threshold of time was thrown <br />Yet I have not forgotten myself to a stone. <br />Still I breathe and still I dream, <br />Still to proclaim my notions, I scream <br />In the echoing wind vanishes my voice... <br />Leaving my reminiscence in a vague poise. <br />Dies all reverberations, deafening me, <br />Fades my vision, no more with clarity can I see. <br />Weakens my body and abates my heart, <br />Refuses my soul from your desire to part... <br />Collapses my anxiety, subsides the tears <br />Ceases my anger, dies my fears. <br />Written or spoken whichever the mean <br />Revelation of truth still remains a sin. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><br />Anuradha Datta<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/darkness-lighted-upon/
