Anish Kumar
A Screaming Soul
I am afraid of the dark,
And I feel like dying.
She sucks my soul,
As a sprout does to the seed,
Making me feel,
As dry as a dead seed.
I am forced to be naked again,
Like a new born baby;
Clouds look at me, blushing!
The sun gives way to the pale moon,
The spring shower comes,
With the colours of a thousand rainbows.
She bends down gazing into
The flashy water
Of the well to see her face, reflected ˙
Falls a raindrop,
Crushing her face apart.
I lost myself in you, I know;
Not losing yourself,
You conceived−a Virgin Mary!
Will I be a Saviour again?
You embraced me, looking into my eyes;
To see your face, got reflected.
At the moment I close my eyes,
You would loose your face again.
You are a liar!!! I know,
That a tiny drop of love
is in thy heart,
Which is enough to give me life,
Swings there in thy heart,
A damaged portrait of me,
Which is enough for me to be born again!
I sleep in your womb,
Without fear, now.
Anish Kumar says, " I am Anish Kumar K working as a Research and Teaching
Assistant,Department of English, School of Humanities, IGNOU, Delhi. I really
enjoyed reading poems,essays and articles of various scholars of different
nations in your web page.I also rarely write poems and articles which have not
been sent to any publications and burried in my diary only.First time i take an
attempt to honestly send my poem to u.Kindly go through and consider it if it has
the merit to be published.Now i am doing research on Canadian Literature."