322. An Owl's Melancholy Cry Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan
322. An Owl's Melancholy Cry
Now the sweet memories
Of my past days
Have become pale and grey
As if they are like the torn pages
Of a diary lying on the floor
Of a lone room for many many years.
I could hardly think that
Once I would become
Like a being without any feeling.
I scarcely felt that
With the passing of time
I'd be so lonely even within my world.
The sweet memories
Of love of my past days
Seem to be an owl's melancholy cry.
Now I no longer feel
Unhappy and sad
Even if my close ones hurt me badly.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@December10,2016 (9: 00pm) .
Now the sweet memories Of my past days Have become pale and grey As if they are like the torn pages Of a diary lying on the floor Of a lone room for many many years. A beautiful poem of lost love.10
Beautiful narration on lost love and memories has been made metaphorically, let me quote the lines....Now the sweet memories Of my past days Have become pale and grey As if they are like the torn pages Of a diary lying on the floor Of a lone room for many many years. Thanks...10
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8/1/2025 9:00:59 AM # 1.0.0
An excellent poem with good metphors...10