I'll sit face to face
with me and interrogate
my soul about
my rise and fall.
Night is deep now
and my tired couch
is reclining on me
as the tasks did
from morning to dusk.
They tossed me
on the hot pan
all day long,
tenaciously and
without any reason,
except pence and penny.
If you ask me to be
lucid in explaining
my terms and to deepen
my tones, I can't
because, the diction
which deliberately
appear under the
pressure of my index
finger are forcing
to get in on the screen.
This is my fate,
my inevitable lot,
like my love,
instead of your scolding
and hatred I can't expose.
It's your destiny
and mine too.
Scorching yet tolerable!
I am now face to face
with I and me!
Neela Nath
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-is-deep-now/
