Oh Earth!

Incarcerated behind the bars of agony

O’ Earth! On this soil of yours I toil –

Dead and lonely!!

The flowers may bloom,

But when?

The seeds of success may sprout,

But till then,

I may have left this world of yours,

I may have got lost,

Somewhere in that vast azure.

I may not smell,

I may not taste,

The flowers and the fruits –

Of my own deeds,

When I am still on you.

Living and dreaming and desiring...

I want to feel,

All that life has to offer; to give,

While I am still here; while I am still breathing..