amitav mazumdar


At The End Of The Day - Poem by amitav mazumdar

At the end of the day
I rummaged all the corners
Everything is so distinct and clear
Yet I end up as a loser.

The music of festivity and celebration
Shall roar about in a time
our boleros are not yet over
When a rainbow arcs over the mountain.

It's time to sniff, to pick up
Hours left us dry and parched
Moments became heavier than wild hogs
And our wounds too, needs a soft rub.

So when I found my possession
Been lost years ago
May not've that kind of strength
Taut it like a bow.

At the end of the day
I rummaged all the corners
Everything is so distinct and clear
Yet I end up as a loser.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

EVERY POET THINKS WHEN A DAY MOVES AWAY SLOWLY FROM THE FACE OF THE EARTH

Comments about At The End Of The Day by amitav mazumdar

  • Gold Star - 7,720 Points Neela Nath (11/9/2012 9:35:00 AM)

    Very nice thought. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 23, 2012


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