Anisha Das Poems

A starry, moonlit night,
A silvery glistening light,
A cool, fragrant breeze,
A silent whisper from the trees.
...

A small fine cut, and a dropp of tear,
Your faint, weak wail, brings her so near.
When the veil of darkness, falls on your eyes,
And you can hear your heart's deepest fears and cries,
...

On my last breath of life,
I want my eyes to be given,
To the one who came with none,
And want him to see the beauty,
...

Deep, deep within the earth I lie,
To let the winds let out a mournful cry.
The moon lets down a silver sheet,
To creep upon the grave's entangling weeds.
...

The sun wakes you up with a touch of warmth,
with shimmering golden beams so bright.
The morning birds call upon you,
to get ready for another big fight.
...