Biswajit Ganguly

Rookie - 41 Points (1980 / Kolkata)

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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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 13, 2010

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