Comments about dishant kumar
My Past In My Preset
Come and stop me,
So that I should not cry.
Or come and kill me,
Before I die.
Alone in my comfortable bed,
I toss and turn and try to sleep.
But thoughts are bulking my head,
And have formed a huge heap.
Under the shadow of my poetic dream,
So silently my thoughts scream,
“I just don’t want to be so alone,
I am falling desperate for some internal smile to be shown.”
My warm tears in this cold winter night,
Say that I need someone to hug me tight,
So tight that I can forget all my pain,
So tight that none of my sadness should ...