Predilection - Poem by Ershad Mazumder
I walk under penchant
I live in grief
I set fire to the house of bliss
And dance with invisible me.
No one knows my mind
I am servant of wealth
I want to be a free agent
By becoming captive
Of the house of happiness.
I remain steeped in the sea of sorrow
I have become slave
Of my propensity
All of them have left me
I am alone on the beach.
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