A Drifting Boat: A Poem by Geeta Kishore

The times are dark
Compassion of the human race
Is lost
The splashes of ongoing
Are leaving a permanent scar
In each heart
The light of the Sun is missing
Under the dim light of the Moon
The life is groping to find its
The means are there but the
Spirit is lost
To rise and fight for the cause
Jostling it’s way through the
It keeps struggling to find the
Correct path
Confused by the changing times
Life has become a Drifting Boat
Drifting around with the hit of
Every inner storm.