Shadows Of Greivance Poem by Vidur Mohta

The morning breeze blew, with a stance,
Casting shadows of grievance,
The raging gust louder than life,
Painting an agonizing sight.

The emptiness and decay, filled till fulcrum,
Oh what a humdrum, yet I keep mum,
Feeling the emptiness inundate,
The war within still doesn't abate.

The pressure building like a steam engine,
Life blowing past like deception,
Foul and crippled body, as delusion,
Surrounding the shadows in corruption.

Yet, I would renege to that morning breeze,
Even though it gives me the freeze,
Pushing me on verge of oblivion,
My heart pained by the pervasive situation.

Though it seems my heart is the enemy,
It spews lies, delusions that shiver my being,
The senses cognizant and corruption is what I see,
Though that morning breeze I desperately need.

It is just personification of a storm,
That is called damnation, what an abomination,
A tempest building, raging war,
And I lay, in the midst of it all.