THE DUST OF GRIEF!

THE DUST OF GRIEF !

At times I think of my uneventful life
Just a garland of thorns sans peace
What I have found is the dust of grief
When I did desire for the cold touch
Out of nothing only cold sigh
In my lot Sorrows made my heart more sombre
You left leaving a couple of moments
None has time to hold my numb hands
Even my shadow is very often apathetic
This is my life and why should I be afraid Of sorrow
For it’s mine, my companion.

©®Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai @India.

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A Famous English Poet From India

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