By Neeshant Srivastava
What is that pushing my back to the wall?
For I gave up a long time ago.
Except for a burning out flame of hope,
That lingers deep in my soul.
Putting sense into the direction of promising thoughts,
Speaking tirelessly of my worth.
And the revisit of words that gave something to the world,
And not gathered trophies to decorate empty walls.
To tirelessly strive till the end,
All for the love in the heart of a poet.
To honestly pray and offer sincere gratitude,
For all that has been given.
To a man,
A gift of love and solitude.