Not a Miltonic Sonnet

a poem by Arijit Mukherjee

I wonder why I sometimes feel lonely and so lost,
And everything comes to a sudden standstill.
Why does tension run through my nerves?
Can I remove it? If so, then what is the cost?
Does everybody feel like this, or is it only me?
I wonder what’s in store for me, in my destiny,
This high wall of pain and sorrow doesn’t let me see.

If there is pain there is also joy they both co-exist,
My destiny depends on me, it’s inside my fist.
It doesn’t matter how I feel, it’s just a passing phase,
Everyone is lonely and lost inside this maze.
Tension is synonymous to focus and concentration,
It helps us to retain our mind’s elation,
Mother nature has taught this lesson to our generation.