Addicted
I am addicted.
I am rejected-
by this world.
I never look back
because I never get back..
for what I desire.
As I have lost everything,
I have nothing.
But, I want to let you know,
sometimes a enthusiastic- deadly soul could be found in the heap of snow
May he have desire
to become again like a flyer.
He needs only sympathy.
He needs a therapy;
through which his sensation may be out of antipathy.
Yes, I am addicted.
I am rejected.
I want to revive.
Let me survive.....
poem by Bibhakar Dutta
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