Poems by
Bharath Krishnan


a poem by Bharath Krishnan

Broken down
from the heights of happiness
falling for ever
I can’t seem to stop.

Going back
to the periods of luxury
of the abundance of friends
I can’t seem to think.

Why is
this passage of ruins
forever dark
and long and long.

Reflecting back
this will go on
till the light at the end is seen.