Helllloooozzzz once again... Today I am going to present a poem whic i actually wrote about 7 years ago, but fortunately or unfortunately, I was never ever be able to make out a title for this poem. It deals mainly with the end of the kargil war... And I am calling it Untitled.... mind it, its the best name I can think of this poem.
UNTITLED......
The ever elusive answers engulf,
the raging fire within,
the infinite train of questions,
moves at cosmic speed...
I turn to god,
I turn to the devil,
I turn to the god men,
but the questions multiply...
The sun rays absorb all the water,
And I lie buried beneath the sands,
The desert stretches,
beyond the lands...
The temple tower topple,
And hang in the air,
echoes from the minarets,
end up in wounded silence...
My questions and me sink into another,
confronting everything and finally nothing,
Not for nothing,
A question mark, shapes my being...
