I am back from the maximum city. I wrote this poem a week back. But time flew like the hasting birds making it to their home in the evening..

This is a sequel to my poem 'The Passing Days'. It is called 'The Passing Days Continue..


The Passing Days Continue…

Again the sun rises and a dawn begins…
The same smoke and the same siren rings

Zephyr in ambience and the lone soldier at war…
That never ends on the pages of satisfaction

My clutching hands finding the tablet…
That soothes my soaring back…

Which aches a lot as I remain glued...?
To the screen I stare day in and out

My motionless pace and the change so seldom
The loss so dear and the soul so ridden

The free soul covets some space
And the poetic heart badly needs some ink…

All I could do is kill the burning time…
Burning…my dreams and draining my energy

Repent on what I am doing now,
And get paid at the bloody end as obvious…

The same smoke and the same sun
The free birds and the soul buttoned…

The bloody time stifling the free soul
And I bold enough to hold the smile so foul…

--- Amit Purohit (The Lone Soldier)