Delusion Poem by Sagorika Chakraborty

Delusion

Rating: 4.5


The setting sun
A gentle breeze
Coaxes a tired mind
For an evening stroll
Questions find place
Through the little cracks
Of a breathing mind
Into thoughts
The sky
In all its expanse
Is all but a reflection
Of the vast ocean
The sun
In all its hues
Is in fact
A burning ball of fire
The straight roads
The flat land
Are all but part of a larger sphere
The endless horizon
A delusion
To the end of the world
And then these mosquitoes bite
I wonder
Whether the sting is real
Or just another delusion.....

Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Connor Whyte 27 January 2016

Great work my friend I really liked this it isn't drawn out and it all makes so much sense. We ourselves live in a world full of delusions and a lot of delusional people. Keep up the good work I love it.

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Souren Mondal 02 December 2015

Okay, that was anti-climatic! ! A fine poem Sagorika. Thanks :)

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Kavya . 01 December 2015

hahaha...the mosquite bite was a spoil sport - obviously not a delusion, isnt it

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Sagorika Chakraborty 01 December 2015

Kinda... I guess... Winks

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