Comments about Priyanka Bhowmick
Pain That Kills Me
Unknown a trouble has grabbed my soul,
a trouble incapable I am to portray.
Neither the pain of love nor the tragedy of life,
hurting my mind in a ceaseless way.
Nature seems to be speechless,
her elements pointing their fingers at me.
Birds not reply, trees not give me their shade,
the river turns off her face from me.
People reacting at me in an unusual way,