Cursing the Gods

Cursing the Gods english poems

Something in me has given way
have not wept still,
cannot seem to weep too
something very elemental has gone missing..
Have missed folks before
it would feel as if a part of me was missing,
but this is different
my soul is missing this time around..
I am missing this time around
as if I am resurrected after the wrath of gods,
but I am the only one resurrected..
Can’t say for sure
if it is heaven or hell,
don’t have a bearing to measure it by
sinking in a bottomless pit doesn’t describe it,
feeling lost doesn’t describe it..
I am like a ghost, a shadow
pale and withdrawn
cursing the gods for resurrecting me
cursing the gods for making me what I am
cursing the gods………..

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Nothing enthralls me anymore, Nothing surprises me anymore, I know not the depth of my own soul, nothing allures me anymore..............
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Ravindran Govindaraju
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my comprehension is that the poem reflects of discerning aloofness
, withdrawing from a world that is.
. A certainty of any one’s life is a momentary curse of God inevitable..
. sinking in to a abaddon pit sounds logical..nice thank you

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