February 14, 2008

Depth

Life is fun, so it is

It lets me do just as I please


It only moves my love away

It is hard not to go astray


You are the master of my fate

Retrieve me dear, 'fore it is too late


You are too close, you cannot go

I will go down under the flow


The moon is looming in the sky

I look at it and heave a sigh


The night is very cold and damp

Yet i get no comfort from the lamp


The lamp that lit my path so much

Is cold where i need the most its touch


I don't know how, I don't know why

My prospects today are as wry


It was tough enough not too long ago

Yet now i feel its even low


What is it that just hurts me

I wish i knew yet i cant see


What must I do I know too well

Yet to move away hurts more than hell


Love is blind they say, it blinds my love

My fate and hers aren't hand in glove


Is there no hope, i ask myself

In depths of love, again I delve


You are so lucky that I knew

I lose my hope to get my due.

1 comment:

T. Mukherjee said...

"The night is very cold and damp
Yet i get no comfort from the lamp"

I think the "yet" should be replaced by "and" to make sense. I think. Anyway it's your call.
The rest of the poem is great.