I glanced through the broken window,
My mind was coloured dull grey.
My sorrows seemed to build a nest
In my solitary soul astray.
My thoughts seemed to collide
Against each other in a momentary stride
I wondered who I really am,
In the fascinating silver moonlight.
My sudden dreams got ravaged again,
The beauty couldn't impress me,
My heartbeats had come to a rapid standstill
My lips felt kissing the devil.
I cried aloud for the bright sunshine
That made myself illuminated once,
And how I wished to transform again
From a corpse to a life by chance!
I vehemently screamed with my deepest voice
'O Lord! Give me back again,
Those beautiful years I've left behind
And pull me out of this pain! '
I heard the voice from the heavens then
Which blasted in the pitch dark hour, ,
'You were what you were, then and there,
Now change to a colourful flower! '
Copyright © 2012 Indranil Bhaduri
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem