THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
Reflection Excitement wasn't an excitement In the foreign land I was confronted with The untold story under the roof Aside from where I resided in hope. The walls around appeared as a tomb, Light the smoky, horror entry. My lamentation, like a swift back home, Gave me Rhenish and more to accompany. My dream shattered and hope blown away. The buds I planted lost their colors In a wonderland completely unknown. I stressed a bit, but my brain emptied in it, My joy got its stride in a mansion of bottles. Later a fourth night, like a rising sun, My mind woke up from the gravestone To remind 'bout the life it should travel.
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