In Den... Poem by Soumita Sarkar

In Den...



A closed mind breeds caculations
When left alone for a while
A heart that knows nothing longs
For a nice hand to caress and comfort
A house that is furnished
Wants few voices to echo in
A night that can sing love
Happens to be a loner; s den
A bed with delightful dreams
Does not need a cushion
Yes a night thinks for
A day break to begin.

Sunday, March 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Loneliness
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