Mist Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
Mist
Nobody can understand me
can understand my malady
nor is there a foolproof therapy
a curing remedy!
You talk about helping me
try to be friendly
it seems so silly
I'm an alien to my own family!
Can lift my surround mist
no psychiatrist
they really don't get
what's wrong and medicate!
Where I stand
won't reach your helping hand
I don't understand myself.
How can you be of any help?
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5/7/2024 8:01:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
very nice.you are amazing as always.