TODAY -
My unsailed ship
Parthajit Borah *
Broken pieces of heart merge together into
the depth of the ocean.
Melted dreams receive the whirlpool
to fly over my rented heart.
Unrest mind fails to rest near you.
Dry eyelids often suck drop of green tears
they don't know the address of my tears.
Let smell my heart
Let eye on my eyes
I am dying over the art of death.
* Poem written by Parthajit Borah ( resident of Assam, India) for The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on August 08 2018.
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