Even the pale love
Extends its wings
To the bluish hope,
It never ends the dream.
The words come back
In the thunder and lightning,
Pierce the encapsulating heart.
The moments move to and fro;
Sitting in the dark
A soul wipes out the self.
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Sanjibsaha Aniketa
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem