Dark paint
Nothing dies except
Your anger that remains intact
The grudge is firmly seated
The jealousy is just short to be ignited
I think of deceptive art
As it has become part
Wherever I go
Mind fully blows
Whatever I did!
I don't intend to hide
My conscious revolts
And opens the bolt
How many things are stored inside?
Many but not to be decided
What should be kept!
Or what should be left
Now is the time
To think seriously sometime
About our link with holy world
Many a time it has been struck with or told
Now enough water has flowed
The river has allowed
Time lapse with restraint
It has patches left behind with dark paint
xwelcome saroj gupta Unlike · Reply · 1 · Just now 2 hours ago
Now enough water has flowed The river has allowed Time lapse with restraint It has patches left behind with dark paint
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
welcome jawahar gupta Unlike · Reply · 1 · Just now 2 hours ago