A LONELY HAND

Whenever I stretch my hand,
For a person to change my trend,
I just find the lonely air,
Blowing away the golden sand..!

When people believed that I am true,
And will be there for them as the darkness grew,
But none saw the tears in my eyes,
While they were busy to get it through..!

Holding my hand to pass the way,
Asking me the path on where to stay,
But never minded the wounds on my hand,
Busy in making their own castles of clay..!

Striking forward towards the goal in my shoes,
Seeking for my support whenever they lose,
But never thought of my dreams,
Shattering them in their selfish cruise..!

Bittering life in every word,
Flying desires like the free bird,
Ignoring my tears just as water drops,
I’m standing like a warrior without sword..!

Crying & screaming in search of that world,
Where even I could share,
Where even I could be heard,
Reading me eyes what I feel,
Where there is someone to understand my hearty deal..!

I know it’s all in vain,
Coz nothing worthwhile in life comes without strain,
Still living for others pain,
Healing them around to wash the stains..!

Always trying to give that smile,
Expecting nothing but just for a while,
Hoping them to think about me,
Who would break the chains and let me free..!

As I’m too a human...
Who could touch, hear and feel….!!!

- Deepanker Saxena