Comments about Soumyajit Chatterjee
Where The Circle Ends?
Difficult to breathe, hard to heal
A wound so deep, so deft to conceal
I have been down this road before
With problems to bear, solutions to deal
I never complained, nor do I now
But so blur it seems today somehow
Never did I crib, nor did I cry
Still yesterday seems to be a myth now
I have been on this road when I learned to walk
A silence to hear, a tune to talk
I have written even when the ink didn't flow
Today I found a board but lost the chalk
The storm will be over, the sky will be clear
I know the voices will go which I don't want to ...