Roaming about Dead Tired!


Let my night be calm and soothing,
Be it replete with perennial tranquility.
As I have been tired of exploring,
My true nature and my own identity.
Whenever heart sets out in search of love,
Mind scolds it with a strong rebuff.
When lack of love makes me thirsty and alone,
Tears come out easily with squealing groan.
When I keep roaming about dead tired,
My face gets reflected on sandy desert.
As I move my fingers on the reflection,
My hands get burnt brown and crimson.
Let me see what fate has to offer!
How much my seclusion is to be prosper.
No longer I wish to run away,
My life's dark and stark reality.
Let my night be calm and soothing,
Be it replete with perennial tranquility.
As I have been tired of exploring,
My true nature and my own identity.

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  2. Here is the poem I wrote about three months ago. Could dare to publish today. I wish everyone likes it.

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