Just 1 Poem by Indranil Bit

The false fame that i imagine
All these days in mind cradle
Are none today to define me
That i finally woke up broad!

Today i feel to look down upon
A soul wasted in sketching scrap
A time wasted in cradling false
An imagination wasted in fume!

So i open my book today to read
Read loud the part that are darkest
Roaring truth that all day i hid behind
Behind a decorative carcase of false!

You may hear me today if you want
But believe me that all light do cast
Cast a shadow darker than ever
On just where it proudly stands!