Friday, July 9, 2010

'Own'?

A hand in the darkness and several in light,

And before I realise, all fade out of sight,

People scatter, and fall apart,

Dreams shatter, pierce me like darts.

Tears, only my tears, have been truly my own,

People come and go; 'We live, as we dream, alone'..

2 comments:

  1. I find you are one of the bards
    Carry on, with your poem-shards
    Keep faith on your ability
    You will find your destiny
    ...
    Congrats!

    Debasis Panja, Judicial Magistrate.,Cooch Behar.

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