Soumita Sarkar

Empty Echoes

New role, new frame and new voice

Welcome those who desire and deserve

Lame light of insight turns poise

Current call when pinches the nerve

Pulse racing till high and low

Blind senses lay unmoved to fall

When all friends switch as foe

Conscience echoes in an empty hall

Tucked hands and puffed lips

Is all your observe in public open

No space, no smile in limited dips

Hold yourself to bear and then

A drop of tear may dry inside

Look for the last glass of pain

Shadows jolted and shrugged aside

In life lessons emerge in train.

 

 

 



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