BIBHAKAR DUTTA

Rookie - 72 Points (02-04-1987 / Malda, West Bengal, India)

The Bed - Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

He is lying like a dead
on his bed,
the bed is mossy, flowery and greeny
where he contemplates his past,
and looks for eternity.
He didn't forget his lost love yet,
he was snatched by a false emotion.
He is lying like a dead
without any notion,
just the bed is his true mate
which leads his soul into motion.
The bed is long stretched,
and the blue sky is smiling above his head.
The bed is his true mate...

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 2, 2013


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