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When Mind is Restless

When mind is restless
strolling in the deserted corridor
of deep dead nights,
everything is at rest in dark,
nothing is visible
to focus on and on,
no thoughts to incubate
to soothe the senses
and pacify stormy writhes
in heavy heart,
nor a heart, so loved,
to feel and heart hurting throbs
and hands to heal
some invisible wounds,
nor are there faces
to bring smiles,
nothing but a vast blanket
of darkness prevails
far and wide like a deep ditch
of grief and woes.

Then and there I just wait
for the superb dawn
with the sunny rays of hope 
succour and joy,
the soul-soothing touch
of the fresh gust of a fresher morn.


More By  :  Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

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