Dark cloud
In the sky;
Days are hot
Bright and dry!!!
End seemed so near;
Yet I survived
Out of fear.
Fire and smoke;
Burn my eyes!!!
Everyday...
My heart cries.
Crazy to solve the jigsaw
Day by day
Life has become
A seesaw.
Burning pain
All the time;
Living life...
Seems like crime.
Fighting it
Became my trend...
Can't help...
Itz life...My best friend.
6 comments:
Absolutely brilliant.
"Fighting it
Became my trend...
Can't help...
Itz life...My best friend."
I just can't help staring at those verses.Onekdin pore tor khub khub bhalo poem gulor modhye ekta poem porlam.[:)].Too good..
[:)]
onek time niye lekha eta..unlike me....as ami sabsomoy eksathe likhi..but eta installment e lekha...so eta vaalo hobe vaabini...
hoyto hoygeche sumhow [:)]
thaak..khukir oto binoyee na holeo cholbe!![:p]
binoyi noy...infact lekhalikhi niye aami sanghatik besirokomer arrogant...
just jeta hoyche setai bollam
Small words...big meaning...thats a true sprit...in that aspect good poem indeed...but I stack on use of one word "crime"...don't mind my personal opinion is it is misfit there...u can think placing any other word instead of "crime" such as "mime"...u know whats the meaning of 'Mime Acting....lots of expressions with body gestures....Soundless Agony.
Overall Its nice initiative...really appreciable...
Nice blog...just visiting by the way..
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