Poem 15 : Withering Sparks

Gritted,I am,
Sinking in this knitted pool,
Pool of the millions soul
Tinkling out the sparkling bell.

Bell that rings the minting coins
Coins that bring the tempting smiles
Smile o smile, o my drowning soul,
We are hauled into this murky hole.

Spinning are my thoughts
Withering are my sparks
When do I shine
When this time will be mine.

Thy, I run
Thou, I dream
But when will this scream
Will be out of my gleam.

                                    - Shashank.K.D

                                    (For all those who are frustrated with their work,funny thing is I wrote this in office)