Poem by Bhartendu Second
I am weak
torn
and tormented
tears inwards
the bold face all along
how could I reach you
now or ever
the space is real
like the distance of centuries
accumulated in our present
only to frustrate
I am weak
but sinking
with the heaviness of my heart
sinking to renew
and find a language
that my whole being follows
and you approve gladly.
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