Confession
Traversing through the mysterious domain of clouds
I suddenly picked up a resplendent piece of sorrow
It stared at me, and its gloomy eyes asked
Why should there be so much crowd in loneliness
I paused, and then replied
Why don't you seek to find the river that you lost
So long ago in your childhood
It said, well, I never lost her; it's she that deserted me
I wanted to touch her stream and she got upset
I never talked to the lonely fish that rested in her bosom
Listening to my sorrow's confession
I slowly turned back, and
The night's wings drew back with the solitary sparrow
Amidst the crimson glow of the setting sun
Copyright © Prasenjit Banerjee | Year Posted 2014
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