Musing 4 Poem by shuvo chakraborty
Musing 4
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If the doll is dead,
Mind wails at heart behest,
No perjury against the tears
Being confined in eyes corner,
Simmering in sunshine as sand
upon the river bed in moonlight,
Wither with the passing days like the winter hays; another doll is bought
By ferthing ere the mists of sorrow are erased.
Saturday, December 16, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: river,sorrow,sunshine,winter
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8/28/2026 1:31:59 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
"…. Mind wails at heart behest, " how the bereavement affects mind and heart! The differentiation is magical….loved it