Darkness Poem by Soumita Sarkar

Darkness

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It is not a thing of choice or content
It is in all forms a cursed sight
To move away from it, all fight
It bears the stamp of contempt
Yet it transforms the light
to a need- holy and important.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Johnston 27 October 2014

It is not a palpable thing But the absence of quite striking A coolness in its depths That colors black and white Into shades of grey Reminiscent of the rainbow

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Mohammed Albalushi 09 November 2013

simple with clear view, well write dear

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