When my soul writes (poem)

How are you all?
Hope everyone is well and had a great start to the week today.

I want to share a poem with you all ..Although I can't write very good poetry, but I think that sometimes when I write something to express my feelings, it also takes the form of poetry. Although I wrote the poem a long time ago, I thought I would share it with you today.
Let's begin then..

The evening has come and the night has just fallen.
The raw sun has not stopped yet.
Or it can be said, Chandraloka has not gone away,
There is a gloomy darkness that has accumulated on the earth.

That means the red and blue game is going on.
Or suppose the Dol Purnima color festival fair has started.
Even then, the sun does not rise in my life in the forest.
Where all the desires of the mind are covered.

Suddenly I remember a line of a poem I read,
I remember the tension of a writer's writing,
Which frustrates all the desires of life.

I understand that I have taken refuge in the deep sea, the bottom of which I cannot find.
So I sat down to write in desperation to break the loneliness, to analyze myself once more.

Whether there is anything stored in the accounts,
Or is there anything left,
All that seems insignificant today.
Looking for synonyms for disregard and contempt,
Although I don't know if it really means love.

I don't know what I'm clinging to is my own,
How much of it I deserve.

Today, when I come to settle the accounts, I see only emptiness,
There are cries of not being able to get it all around.
There is no pride in my heart to get something against someone's will.
In an instant I can push myself into the arena of loneliness.

But I can't stand this silent posture anymore.

If I ask beyond my limits, forgive me.
If you are someone else's soul, then maybe the heart**** can be reconciled.

In fact, the situation of people's life is not the same every moment, the situation also changes with time. Sometimes many questions arise in our mind from feeling very bad. I wrote this poem from such a place of feeling bad. I said that there are times when there is no situation to tell anyone what is in my heart. And just then, if you sit down with a notebook and a pen in your hand, then the words of your mind take the form of poetry.

After reading my poem, please comment....Bye everyone.