Worried Warrior Poem by Sankar Sehanabis

Confined in chain; No mercy from Ruler
So I restrained myself in rule.
I can only believe upon God
Careerist! Am I not guilty to my heart?

My soul remembers that old lady
Remembers that shrine where she lives.
Her blessings are my wealth; Pardon for prejudice?
Is it not my ambition resulting prejudice?

Let them achieved the goal
It was my fault to do that role
Detached from the root for duty
Forgive me; here I am living with your sanctity.

When I go to my bed, I feel that I lost my way
I have nothing to do rather than to pray
Hell appears in my dilution
Punish me for my ambition
Oh God! What should be a careerist destination?

I know that you miss me in prayer,
I know that you miss me in supper,
I know that you miss me everywhere.
What can we do Mom? Let’s hope for the better.

I am obsessed, I am frustrated
I know that I shall have to reach before sunset.
I can feel your tears that comes like rain
I know that there is nobody to realize our pain