Onon Sarker


A Slight Trace Of Sorrow - Poem by Onon Sarker

I was rising high and high
Getting over all ridiculous shy
Singing, dancing and drenching
Passing every moment in joy
I was a grass with a tiny stalk
Growing along the railway track

Once a train was coming with whistling
Don't know why i was so exciting
Kept my ear just beside the line
To hear the whistle; just fine
Wind spun my head over the track
Beheaded my head within a sec
I was crying for the day through
That was a slight trace of sorrow.

Topic(s) of this poem: sorrow

Form: Couplet


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 23, 2016



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