shreya chatterjee Poems

In the dark alleys of my mind
They run about.
Sometimes lost, sometimes found.
Sometimes emerging faintly through the dark
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Suppressed below they try to break through
Suppressed down the ages, they try to
Reassess their identity
Regressive attitude have marked their entity
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Blood is still oozing out from the deep slit…
A sheaved hand,
Few gapping mouth,
There was a blast here…
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Eyes no more close to sleep
I hear the groaning
Pagan voice,
Neither it speaks of it pains-
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What more can I ask
From the morning sun?
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What is this hiatus?
Between one pain and another?
A brief spell of laughter
A means of endless flatter
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