The lost child
What Poet Blake would have thought
that made him to write his feelings
What Mulkraj Anand would have thought
that made him to write another feeling
But the lost child is still lost
searching for his home and salvation
in the bewildered world, the passion
looses its pace to identify the testimonial
Eyes swallow all tears of life
hollowness of sky has confined him
the echo of his turgent cry
whispers all in his ears
But no one is there to listen his cry
The suffocating vultures search for prey
divine soul asks to come on his way
The lost child is undecided
where to come and where to go
as if the river lost her way
Divulging time is fragment now
her aroma is lost in foggy weather
sensitizing blue has turned pale
Hunger and thirst are all relinquished
eye lids have for forgotten to shut the door
The lost child asks his future
to come and hold in hand
My soul is hovering like the lost child
being confined with gloomy of life
The casual reader will have their expectations challenged by this poem.It is both atmospheric and more than a little unsettling.