Come Into My Room
Come quietly into my deserted room
Where darkness plays with my grief
Hope lingers like an orphan leaf
Where present lives in the heart of past
Future is cold, numb and overcast;
Come along like a dream to dispel my gloom
Come softly into my deserted room.
Come out in my moonless night
Paint my sky with your eye’s delight
I’m a drudge of my fateful tears
And the result of all the bygone years
Like a fresh morning flower consoles a tomb
Drop over my soul, come into my room.
Obscure joy and ostentation of sorrow
Move away the clouds for cheery morrow
Break the shackles of life and death
Come out from my deepest faith
Turn your eyes into my awaited soul
A memory lane is empty for us to stroll;
Come, hold my hand till the day of doom
And slowly descend into my silent room.
Copyright © Sourav Rc | Year Posted 2012
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