The White Bed - Poem by Biswajit Ganguly
Let me sit on the bed of snow flakes,
It is time to take rest –
Fatigue, struggle, despair all gone
I am free from any daily zest.
Vision gets the moisture of blurriness
Heart is stopping by the cold,
White blanket is covering the body of a man
Whose life’s magic is too old.
Cold ice is touching my lips,
Unknowingly I kiss the flakes,
They are painlessly extraordinary,
At the times of Christmas cakes.
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