s s chakraborty


Soliloquy (A Sonnet)

Sometimes when I sit alone and aim high
I hear my inner soul remorsefully sigh;
For, gone are the days when I could
But indolence had taken away the spirit of my mood.

Though many persons today call me an achiever
But I know I was not serious in my endeavour;
A sense of dissatisfaction tortures heart's deepest core
When I think I could have achieved much more.

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