Wounds Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

Wounds fulfill to expect me (again)
that memory of love dethroned by misfortune.
Though I do not lament every time,
but sometimes it's too hard
to console this heart.
I spent, I enjoyed,
and I was overjoyed
by the sweetness of love.
I smiled as love is blind,
now I fail to define- who I am?
Now my love says, 'I am lost'.
My heart says, 'You are of no cost'.
Alas! no way to leave my past,
Sometimes it glitters,
Sometimes it allows me to suffer.