Details |
Pratikshya Sahoo Poem
The day is gone,
The night is on.
Not a thing I can see,
But I can hear the inner me.
The room is dark,
But I can feel the spark.
The whole city is sleeping,
While I am preparing, for a new beginning.
The real me is standing at the door,
Waiting for my approval to come and conquer.
Waiting for the day to unfold,
For I can discover something untold.
All my gloom is gone,
But the night is still on.
Copyright © Pratikshya Sahoo | Year Posted 2020
|
Details |
Pratikshya Sahoo Poem
A line with an unknown end,
A pleasing time to spend.
A platform to make memories,
A complete game of mysteries.
A lovely car to design,
A beautiful word to define.
A painfull bed full of thrones,
A path full of stones.
A stage to display your best,
At last you have to leave all the rest.
Copyright © Pratikshya Sahoo | Year Posted 2020
|