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Sourav Rc Poem
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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Sourav Rc Poem
Stray birds come to my window
Like my thoughts come to my mind
They sit, sing and fly away
Sometimes leave a feather
As a token of remembrance,
Like my thoughts leave behind-
Their footprints upon my soul;
Yellow leaves fall down
And the tree becomes empty
There’s a hush in the air
A profound stillness, dust of dejection
Then whisper of the breeze
Wind flutters the fallen leaves
An evening fades away and-
Stands a silent tree;
Music plays slowly upon my soul
It creates a barricade against all chaos
Blossoms like summer flowers
Live within me, wanders in my heart
Ask me to be free-
Like the morn of summer
Like teeming autumn
Like the breath of life, like sleep of death.
Copyright © Sourav Rc | Year Posted 2012
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Sourav Rc Poem
The one charm of the past is that it is the past
And the appeal of the present is that it won’t last;
The Future creates mystery, then dissolves fast
It gets born in the present and dies in the past.
Copyright © Sourav Rc | Year Posted 2012
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