I feel the pain,
It's all in vain,
A sadness' hurricane,
This distance again,
This sad life is to entertain,
Without any trace of anything certain,
With Impatience's strain,
And time's speed maintain,
Whom to complain?
Every effort drain,
Except waiting nothing remain,
Whatever I do, tampers family name with stain,
Why this happening, can anyone explain?
Whatsoever, it's making me insane,
Sleep feels an intoxicated cocaine,
Relieving this stress with forgetful champagne,
Taunts and questions completely inhumane,
Why to me.....I wanna ascertain,
Toxicity multiplied with methyl propane,
So much bitterness, where is my sugarcane?,
Belongingness waiting at windopane,
Imperfections departing me from love, to reach there again, there is no train.

© Ritu