Compromise Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

How much I will change myself
To remain in tune with the flowing time
Seasons come and go leaving their prints
I keep dragging the body as a heavy baggage

How much I will have to bend
To life the burden of passing hours
Each time I try to stand straight someone
From my own clan throws a load to on to my back

How many miles I will go now
The stars in the sky are fading and the
Moon looks like a flat leaf with a frayed rim
Eyes are heavy with sleep and body needs a bed