I have lost something, somewhere
in the rush, on the road, to my office,
in a city, in a country,
in the largest continent,
on the earth.
Amid dearth and mirth;
death and birth
I am troubled.
I am worried.
Because
I cannot find myself.
Overwhelmed
or
underwhelmed;
I can never be myself
again.
Pleasure
or pain,
on my way to the office
once again.
(What did I lose?
No more the heart remembers
for ‘forgotten’ is the new bliss)
First and foremost a poet, Alok Mishra is an author next. Apart from these credentials, he is founder & Editor-in-Chief of Ashvamegh, an international literary magazine and also the founder of BookBoys PR, a company which helps writers brand themselves and promote their books. On this blog, Alok mostly writes about literary topics which are helpful for literature students and their teachers. He also shares his poems; personal thoughts and book reviews.
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