My Soul...

I destroyed myself somewhere...
Along the way I killed my soul...

Now what is left and existed is me..

Willless,

Passionless,

Emotionless,

Senseless,

Ambitionless,

Goalless...

It was not my urge of self destruction
But their path for my construction.

Now they blame me for what I am...

I am pencil chisel now thrown in dustbin
Which they used to sketch on my own soul...

Now in this dark I am waiting to be dumped
In next morning garbage........

In a slum far way
For a new unknown voyage....

They failed to clone me
Now i am not worth their any usage.....

My last quantum of existence
Losing my identity moment by moment....



(©Rakesh Kumar)