Sweet Bitter Poem by Jyotishman Debnath

Sweet Bitter



You have seen the face
painted with the color of darkness
some inches down the neck
there is a hole
it pains you know
it pains

the pain of memory
the pain of craving
but there is a pain
which doesn't pain bitterly
it is sweet

this pain is born from that sorrow
which once
sung by me
heard by me
understood only by me

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