Graveyard of Hopes

I sit low and ponder over my sterile life,
Ruffled deeply with my unstructured smile.
I have nothing unstinting within my reach,
I appear so pallid after my concluding screech.

I plead for recognition, I beg for company-
I wish God created someone who could be pleased with my harmony.
O' hear me! I lay so low here-
Can anyone come and lift me without a sneer?

I'm lost in the misfortunes of my life,
I feel I'm in the dark even in bright daylight.
I'm so broken, desolate and so shattered-
After losing everything of my life that mattered -

Me, my existence and my future.
Today I'm holding nothing more than failure.
My life that was once gaudily painted,
Has today lost all its charm, fervour and has become tainted.

Why? Why have I become so lugubrious?
Why my eyes have deepened to become somniferous?
Why do I feel everyone around is whimsical?
Why have I shed my flamboyance and become enigmatical?

I have not choked my life; my life has choked me,
But by shedding all its leaves, can a tree be happy and free?
New life will sprout up again and it would move on,
Why my case is different? Why within me, hopes couldn’t be again born?

The leaves falling on the damp soil also catalyse new growth,
But my leaf is all diseased and bellicose.
No strand of hope is left within me,
I've truly become unsightly and grisly.

Today I lie unaffected with any remarks congratulating me,
Everything abject I've faced has eventually erased all my glee.
I still move, smile, dream and talk with people I know,
But my body has become the graveyard of my innocent hopes.