By: Suchismita Ghoshal
Tempestuous days invoking my end,
And no valiant hands for me to lend
But my soul doesn't want to bend.
A life, cramming with the pain of being caged,
Asks for the nights to put ointment
On the open wounds of my heart,
And I lie with my tear-soaked eyes
So that a light fulgurates on my body
To save me from the future disaster.
The world pontificates on my desires
And I let them grapple with my choice.
I do not indulge in the filthy blame game
Because I never run behind the culprit fame.
A serenity full of love will rush after me,
Showering me with the astounding glee
And I shall let all my aches happily flee.
~ ©storytellersuchismita
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