Nachiketa Deb


The Hurtful Part - Poem by Nachiketa Deb

As I walk down these lonely roads,
I think of times gone past;
When you walked alongside me,
Gifting me your priceless trust.

Your loving eyes upon me, still,
Lips puckered in mock frown,
Those dulcet tones rang in my head,
As we walked through the town.

Now it seems, the rain-clouds stream
Straight into soul and heart,
The lovely roads seem empty, bare,
Ever since that hurtful part.

So wiser now I stand before
The dreaded open door,
Stepping out into the light,
Seems wonderful no more.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 19, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 20, 2011


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