Theme: Confession


Before the iron grilles, you stood dead stop,
With no wail no weep nor with a single teardrop,
The distance that day was such kind of strange.
That I could see you at sight but got out of range.
Neither any way to reach but there's a way to flee.
So with tears in eyes I got an excuse to disagree,
You were too shocked to ask for my helping hand,
Along with that I stuck to my own stubborn stand,
None of us could change but you bore all the stress,
I was guilty of injustice that today I must confess.



More By  :  Prosenjit Chatterji

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