The painful moments of my past
Haunt me every time
And fill my mind
With intolerable agony.
The haphazard thoughts
Have occupied the cells of my heart.
The colourful dreams have been lost
In the dark woods of my life.
The black thoughts of my past
Knock at the door of my dream
And the craft made of nightmare
Sails on the black sea of my mind.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
'My Own World', No.62.
Copyrights@March01,2016(9: 45pm) .
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