Sunday Poem By Soma Bhowmik

Blank Canvas

White is the blend of all colours I can see it all and it's not a lie. Don't sit near my bed and cry I am not there, I did not die..

I am relieved of all my Grief I am sleeping deep in a sunken ship I am there as a dew drop on your garden's flower I remain in those rain shower

I am a shining star in the lonely night I am the thread of that flying kite I am a flying bird in the empty sky I am right beside , I did not die...

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