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Fog Comes....
I ask my life,
Why time hangs time,
And always plays with me?
When innocence
Falls on dust and
The doubt presses tightly.
I can't find path;
Tired feet stop,
My eyes are teary;
The mist of mind
Wants to focus,
On something much spooky.
The things haunt me,
As evil ghost;
Not soothing but smarmy.
Apparition,
Comes everyday,
Pushes my house doorbell.
When I get out,
I find no one.
The strong wind blows in vale.
'Hey who are you
Are you my friend?
I want to hear your tale'
Ask I all these,
Get no reply
Fog comes with sudden gale!
poem
by
Nilakshi Das
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