Soumita Sarkar Ray (Kolkata)
Don't Say Me It's Peaceful
Don't say me it's peaceful
When I grade it as mournful
You define to calm and mollify
Is what I need to justify.
Imagine the fangs within me.
Feel the pain just like me.
I can’t wish who I will be
No reason left to be glee.
I try to fight but always flee.
My unfathomed downfall, I can see.
Depression I wear as a mask
Feeling disconnected in this task
What is left of me?
What have I become?
A result lately of my choice
A fool, I ignored my own voice
Only if I’d questioned the cause
This spiralling fall I’d gauge
Redeeming of the past is left behind
Time to gather the soul to rewind
See I have become misery’s slave
Last tread will take me to my grave.
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