Rajashree Mohapatra | Wednesday, 30 June 2021 | Print
Rajashree Mohapatra
29th June 2021
Drunken night was weeping in pain
Murky sky was whispering rain
Stars had lost their track to heaven
Every throb of pain
was gathering in silence
The door was open
and you came
You looked into my face
I was torn into shreds
and disappeared into immeasurable depths
Now wind moans in the dale
Tear stained cheeks of dawn looks pale
It was just a dream , I console myself
You say
‘ Dreams have their own ways
Sometimes fill our palms with golden sand
If dreams die , life becomes a broken winged bird ‘
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Posted 12:06 am | Wednesday, 30 June 2021
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