Thorns Of Life
When the day breaks
by RAJAT GHOSH
with the broken morning memories,
The secondary morning mind
Laughs with dropping eyedrops.
Days pass by and
Heartbeats beat the hammered chest.
Red shaped heart turns pale
With the ecstasy of running time.
Night comes in the west and
The owls scream somewhere in dark.
An empty cage hears their sorry songs
And none to unlock the closed door.
Nights pass by and
Heartbeats rest upon the thorns of life.