I walk under penchant
I live in grief
I set fire to the house of bliss
And dance with invisible me.

No one knows my mind
I am servant of wealth
I want to be a free agent
By becoming captive
Of the house of happiness.

I remain steeped in the sea of sorrow
I have become slave
Of my propensity
All of them have left me
I am alone on the beach.

Copyright By Ershad Mazumder

by Ershad Mazumder

Comments (0)

There is no comment submitted by members.