Ceramic Man Poem by Sumit Ganguly
Ceramic Man
When my expectations rebound as echoes
earthquake causes tremor,
senses become blank pages,
I become a ceramic man.
Dawn never changes color for me,
activities seldom carry a charm,
people I meet lose infinite hues,
who shares, who cares?
My mood resembles changing seasons
someday a spark will kindle me again,
monotony will be buried in coffin
I will breathe life again.
28th Oct.2016
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