My first poem:
Title : A soulful tune
i was a mere vulnerable derelict,
but i was devoured by the desire to succeed;
i wanted to get everything;
everything, for a life of bliss.
i deluded myself without a dither
and started a life of depravity.
i made myself scoundrel and led myself astray.
now i am old with bullion of gold
and everything i wanted initially.
i want to boast about myself,
oh! but i am feeling rather abashed and embittered,
not satisfied really. why?
let me speak candidly:
someone is groaning in anguish,
he is no one but my poor soul.
bizarrely, i am ashamed,
feeling myself in abyss of despair.
yes, it is an awry anticlimax.
i have a desire to atone;
alas, father can you grant me absolution?
by Dhiraj Kumar
Copyright ©2007 Dhiraj Kumar