Theme: Abstract

Profound Curse

The mystery lives in the maze of my eyes.
I hear the shingles of it;
The wistful passion gasps,
Silent flows the rivulet,
Alone the minstrel cries.

The mystery remained in my eyes -
It was a single prayer...
Collided with the heaven
My eyes are left with a profound curse.


More By  :  Debalina Roychowdhury

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Comments on this Poem

Comment The curse becomes all the more profound when the "mystery" is revealed....

Preetam Mukherjee
12-Jun-2012 11:49 AM

Comment When pain speaks, sometimes poems cry
When words fail, tears break in the eye…

Kanchan Bhattacharya
10-Jun-2012 23:18 PM

Comment Baddo bhabo tumi...

Sharmistha Sen
10-Jun-2012 11:20 AM


good one

08-Jun-2012 13:24 PM

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