Sunday, January 2, 2011

When wilt thou come?


A child
at heart,
she still has those
wide eyed fears -
of pursuing predators,
of luring strangers,
of thundering lightening
breaking the silence
of a childlike mind.

Talk of darkness
still brings back
wounded memories
of love gone astray,
of joy expected
unsatiated,
lost to the storm
of society,
its selfish sadist existence.

She still awaits
the promise
of no darkness
and no wide eyed fears.
When wilt thou come?


1 comment:

Sumit Sarkar said...

In the end, the question you ask makes your poem very strong..
It was a great read :)