The Eternal Light
Mystery was much better,
It was bit by bit some relation.
There was thinking,
There was feeling,
There was waiting.
Now nothing left except
Some unbearable unfitness.
Whom to I am weak
All sayings seems erring there.
Sometimes
Expression goes onerous,
Expression makes the end.
What else is new more?
Let me lit the light rather.
For me, for you too.
Copyright © Dibbendu Dwip | Year Posted 2017
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