Trails Poem by Soumita Sarkar

Trails

Rating: 5.0


A thicket of memories
rising every crest
of awaken mind
Below a range of
tragedies
Hands on knees
and face down
I lie at door
of a broken dream
it shall scatter
so it seems
Standing on trails
of dead hands
This is might
massive defined

Friday, June 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sorrow
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Unnikrishnan E S 24 February 2017

Hi Soumita, A calamity defined beyond the power of words. face down I lie at door of a broken dream The tragedy is correctly, heart-wrenchingly portrayed. Touching.10++

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