NITA B GEORGE

 

 

How Lonely My Soul...

 

Today

I

Confess

How

Lonely I am.

Love

Lies

All around me

Yet...

Flowers

Bloom

In colours bright,

Breeze

In

Its

Mischief

Blows.

Birds

Chirp

Their lovely songs

Sounds,

Sound all around.

Busy.

Busy, the whole world is

Only

I,

My soul,

In

Loneliness

Live...

 

My Courage, My Lord...

 

I

Weep

I

Moan

When

Alone

Lest

The world knows

How

Weak

I am.

My

Sustenance

Comes

From

You above.

You,

Who

Bore

Your

Cross.

You

Never

Wept,

You

Never

Moaned,

Only

Said,

"Forgive

Them Lord

For,

They

Know not

What

They

Do."

 

NITA B GEORGE

 

NITA B GEORGE is a published short story writer and a poet from India. She is a Post Graduate in English Literature from Osmania University in Hyderabad, Telangana, India. She has been a teacher of English at the Graduation level for more than 37 years. An amateur photographer, an animal lover, a gardener...these are her other pursuits...  Losing her younger son aged 20 in a road accident has taught her how fragile the thread of life really is, how, loneliness and melancholy are motivation enough for the soul to sing and, how, Trust in the Almighty is the only straw one needs to live...