My Poetic Angst Alok Mishra poem

 

I wonder
why I wander
when I have my vision
in front of me – smiling!

Though, I do
fear if my angst
is her glory, tacitly
for she speaks lesser.

Should I then
go back to my respite
away from one and all?
For once and forever this time!

But O’ life! O’ that strange pleasant pain!
Neither can I move nor stay! Who am I?