TODAY -
Don't ask me about the past
Pritam Kumar Sharma *
I'm so sad and lonely.
My future looks bleak and poor.
Tears flow when I think of the past.
I always wanted to be a soldier.
But I was raised in Confucianism.
So I lost my dream .
And missed my destiny.
I lost my idealism.
The winter wind blows .
Even the wild geese don't stop.
For I have no message for them to take home.
My tears show the reflection of dawn.
We are hopelessly in love.
Worlds apart, the sky is near.
I'll spend the rest of my days alone.
Wandering from place to place till I die.
* Poem written by Pritam Kumar Sharma who can be contacted at pritam(dot)kumar(dot)sharma(at)gmail(dot)com
This poem was webcasted on May 19 2012.
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