When the day breaks
with the broken morning memories,
The secondary morning mind
Laughs with dropping eyedrops.
Days pass by and
Heartbeats beat the hammered chest.
Red shaped heart turns pale
With the ecstasy of running time.
Night comes in the west and
The owls scream somewhere in dark.
An empty cage hears their sorry songs
And none to unlock the closed door.
Nights pass by and
Heartbeats rest upon the thorns of life.
A meaningful poem and the lines flow so smooth. Thanks for sharing.
Sad reflection on a life at its lowest ebb nicely brought forth with conviction. Thanks for sharing RAJAT.
A most profound poem. Tenderly written from the heart. Congratulations, Rajat for a well deserved Poem Of The Day! And Happy Holiday!
Nobody needs a list of what the thorns are: we all know them. You speak of the thorns as a kind of poetic shorthand, and for me it works, because you have set the stage. We wake in the morning trailing the debris of broken dreams; our morning routines are like rituals to rouse ourselves for the day's efforts. Thorns are dreams breaking, heart turning pale and inspiration being lost.
morning mind Laughs with dropping eyedrops. The owls scream somewhere in dark. Heartbeats rest upon the thorns of life - - // - - ] An emotional moment nicely captured. Thanks & Congrats.
A beautiful poem by Rajit Ghosh, a well deserved selection as members' poem of the day, congrats!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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