Poetry By Sourav RC.
Mountains – too high to climb
Tears make a deep river
Your selfish emotions block the way-
Dark circle of nasty thoughts;
Hounded by your hatred
Abused like heinous sin
Sibilates as God’s mistake
You- make me feel like a vice;
But with your all these assertions
When you kill my soul
I rise like an impossible dream
Like your worst nightmare;
I enlighten my virtue
To liberate my mind from your betrayal
Now you are the victim of your own mistakes
And defeat stares straight at our face.
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