Agony Poem by PRAVEEN KUMAR English Poems

The world once I thought rich and beautiful,
Why today, so desolate and baleful?
The treasures, a mirage,
The pleasures, a disguise,
The goods I carry are worn and stale,
Not a worthy port is in sight to unload;
The craft I sail is full of holes,
Leaks every pore
And rocks side to side,
Unstable, in unsteady wind.

Am I wrong or the world at large
Or the focus with which I unwind the world;
The dead-end distance runs out fast,
No more rich, green crops in fields,
No shocks of pleasures;
The wells dug up long back
Yield tasteless saline springs,
The long sojourn to sweet unknown,
A thankless labour of familiar and known
In dumb and sullen unending rounds.

No chain links the past to the present,
Nor to the future;
No choin links inside to outside,
Nor to the fate;
All is a riddle, an impassable tract
With poisonous thorns hidden ‘neath;
Though the world around is full of motions,
My little world is still like cold nail,
No light, no support to stand up
But for unknown fears in heart.

My soul is empty,
The limbs are numb with dumb pains;
Nothing stirs,
All back-bites bleed my strength
To anaemic death;
Minutes roll and days limp
In indifferent, painful rhythms;
The bricks of walls, I built one day
Lie in heaps on ground today
For all to spit in spiteful scorn.

Why the flight fails to rise from the ground?
Why missiles from unknown horizons
Hit the target in constant wrath?
Why all frown the pretty little craft
That never hurtled to other's runway?
All lights went out and dreams shattered,
The sky turned to pitch darkness,
The chill wind blows in unpredictable speed
And I remain grounded forever,
In chill wind of pitch darkness.