Poetry by Soumyadeep Chakraborty

Days in Blues

The days among the blues May cease away in flaws, Some you must have seen in, My eyes and my unquenched fire to get, You in raws. Here, I in doom each and every moment Conquering your sorrows bestowed by, Here I, flawed again by the loose grip Offered by, gone by. Aye, yes they are.-

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