Some says you are blind. Some compares your tears with A spell of rain. Some compares your smile with A flight of geese, Or a handful of sunshine on the River bed entwined. Today, I stay with the corpses of Words. I pull them with a carriage. I dig trenches into My mind, I want to bury all my Love and Emotion. Only I cannot bury my Faith I have to go miles with it Beyond death. A line of stars on the western Horizon, A piece of nimbus, The lonely moor in the light Of dusk, And the stagnant pool water Will be left behind. A window Be it closed or opened raises A hope of light. A door, Always leads us to an uncertain way Even in the darkness of Night. ©Kdee14/Bagnan/05.04.22 ©santanudatta_
Make a dome of Love, after my death, somewhere in this world. I won't mind, if there is no river beside.