A Deserted Heart
I bestowed homage to a homelike fellow.
But I got a hollow love.
I tried to show my humbleness, but it was merely a hulking matter.
She never cared....
I muttered; and I was suffered.
Latter, I considered it like a comtemptible prick.
I came to know that, life sometimes might be stood on the wall of undurable bricks.
Well, I named it -' The emotional brigandage. '
One day I saw a beggar passing by the street.
I went closer to him.
I saw a boldness in his eyes;
Though he was in grief,
He could easily tolerate his insatiable life.
I became perplexed for while!
Now, my deserted heart attached with a divine ingrowing infinity.
So, this deserted heart got the veritable dignity (of life) at last.
poem by Bibhakar Dutta
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