My Diary

Poem By Bichitra Anand

My diary

Vacuous fill the pages
Pages are blank
All tacit, unwritten fuss
Signs of hot tears
Sprouting therein.

They speak me
Feel me unseen pangs
Every now and then
Something important
Very important
Till end of my life.

Comments about My Diary

Vavccus fill the pages.....pangs of hot tears. Short but pathetic.


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