Twilight Day - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
The morn casts a shadow on my mind
this twilight day of dark clouds
I mourn everything lying dead behind.
Seems nothing was done right
what was for me missed my sight
built blindly castles of sand
dreamed harvest on fallow land.
When it came to paying a price
chose way out with compromise
not asking the purpose was made this soul
the intended task of its earthly role.
As I lament all the wasted years
clouds disperse the sky clears
whispers a voice from my inhaled breath
being alive is enough rest is myth.
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