Tomorrow I Will Go

Today let me cut down on frowns, tears and dismay

Which disapproves, forcefully slaps my faces, I wolf bay

With the heavy hand of a demented witch

Truly everybody goes some or the other morrow

If not today then on some other darkening their kinship spheres

But they come back and retain happily, not like me

I wish that I shall never be made to entail

My reformed limbs to the same house of a tortured body- rampant with hollowed cries

This incomplete family or anything merrily petty else

I deserve to be faithfully unborn

If at all next pushes me I must only be orphaned and jettisoned

I shall not have wit or this urge to write to purge my feelings- this gift

Where should I ever go

If I leave from where I am

If there’s not a single shelter to call it home

Tell me who will patronize this poverty bitten, plagued head

Whose hand constant maddened writes verses painful, doubtless

Tell me are these pages enough as a haven?

Will these wafers have me entombed lone and cold

Reserving my eternally unheard sounds ?