Poem: 5

POEM-5
...SK Azmaail

There is no happiness
In the mind of mine.
And my voice is choked by sadness.
And I Know not why doth peace decline

To stay in my life?
Desire of being alive is ceased.
Because of some sorrows, like knife,
Cutting my quietude, turmoil is increased.

My life gonna be hell,
Full of cruelty --- disgusting!
To get a little peace, I am writing this poetry-tale.
Hurrah! Life can never be ever-lasting.

The quenching lamp of my life is inflamed.
My vainglory and sins are blamed.


Galatun, Purba Bardhaman, 11:54 PM, 23:54
It is the fifth poem of 'The Vow' written by me.