jayanta sengupta Poems

I am a thing to Hate,
A body to Rape.
I have shallow Dreams,
And bloodless Veins.
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Hurt me, Hurt me again,
Only then you will see my pain.
The wounds are so deep,
They are the only treasure I love to keep.
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Happiness on the face,
Pain inside the soul,
Pretending to win every race,
But actually trying to console.
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I am a disease,
Without any Immunity,
Only Love treats me,
And hate breeds me.
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Love is a fragrance,
Whose aroma distills the soul of the lovers.
It made me turn into a good human.
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Death (The True Friend)
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I am the residue of my mistake,
The convict of my own misdeeds.
Now trying to run away from all this,
But could not find a place to rest.
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You know the most difficult thing?
To be yourself...

And...the least painful...to be someone else...
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