SORROW
Dr. Satendra Kumar
Sorrow still so stranger,
While we have many encounters:
And relished thy bitter blows,
Skill, craft and powers.
Like the cop you chase faster,
And knock down soul, body;
In manacles you bind hard,
And arrest in lone custody.
Certain you are a wise foe,
Better than the foolish friends;
Your presence makes me learn,
Combat, strategy and trend.
You are human test ground,
For my friends and relation;
When you hover in my house,
They are under examination.
You are timid, unkind,
Fear to foray rich noblemen;
Oft you pounce on wretched ones,
Those unequipped with weapon.
Where you dwell and how you wave?
Why you invade so often?
What you get in terror torment?
Please respond these questions.