Twilight Day Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
Twilight Day
The morn casts a shadow on my mind
this twilight day of dark clouds
I mourn everything lying dead behind.
Seems nothing was done right
what was for me missed my sight
built blindly castles of sand
dreamed harvest on fallow land.
When it came to paying a price
chose way out with compromise
not asking the purpose was made this soul
the intended task of its earthly role.
As I lament all the wasted years
clouds disperse the sky clears
whispers a voice from my inhaled breath
being alive is enough rest is myth.
Yes this life is a God's gift, we keep on living keeping in mind our daily activities and we succeed sometimes and we fail sometimes so instead of regretting we should keep moving...................an excellent write
Life is a wonderful gift by itself, even if we haven't done everything right. Hindsight is always 20/20, but regrets serve no purpose. Be aware of each and every day from now on and make the best of it. Great poem.
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4/26/2024 10:11:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A cloudy dawn makes our mind overcast with regrets and longings! We think of the wasted years! But as the day clears, our minds too brighten up and we feel happy and excited that we are alive! Nothing else counts! Great write!