Theme: Optimism

Inherited Lamp

Why to think about the darkness?
The path is unknown that ducks the clouds.
Wind is also not in favor.  
Yet, why to feel immersed 
By the sweeping rain?

Between the stretched-out arms
Find the world
Where a fist of sunshine 
Softly caresses the wounds.
Night carries me to its grave. 
Blinking fireflies
In the closed chest 
Haven’t learned to sleep 
So, why shouldn’t I listen
To the story of dawn? 

If gathered clouds grow  
To bring in an inevitable storm, 
Passing through it
Wish, I still had then
The unfeigned light 
Of an inherited lamp.
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More By  :  Kingshuk Chakraborty

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