I walk alone beneath a quiet sky,
My heart in pain, my mind a weary field.
The sand is dim, though light and dusk pass by—
A place where even shadows seem concealed.
Grief settles deep, a stone I cannot lift,
Its weight has bruised the tender parts of me.
My thoughts drift far, as if they long to shift
Into some world untouched by memory.
When storms arise and stir my restless mind,
And sorrow churns the calm I used to know,
I'm like a soul the desert leaves behind—
Still chasing shade beneath the sun's harsh glow.
And so I run, in search of sacred ground,
Some distant place where peace might still be found.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@June25,2025.
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