LOST
Trying to define cruel, many ways emerge,
One being in charge but reluctant
To spread contentment.
That is when you ask, "What's my fault?"
Think, was it theirs?
Who had to sacrifice themselves
To the desires of demiurge.
To some that is a deity,
To some laws of physics.
To me, it's the creator.
Then again, with thoughts of Buddha
Comes thoughts of meaningless lament.
You say, what is done can not be rewind.
I say, we all knew what the ultimate
Consequence would be.
Trying to define a friend,
I remember Sultan Suleiman,
The Magnificent
And Pargali Ibrahim Pasha, his döst.
His companion, his comrade.
What a fate!
He execution was ordered by the Sultan
Himself!
Despite that, the comrade remained in
His heart, that's where he belonged.
Losing comrade is losing one little home
You could confide in,
The pain is not only of a simple
Human emotion but of a pinch of
Regret.
To keep oneself strong is hard,
To realize that moments turned
Into memories is harder.
Time heals, true that.
Yet whenever I look at the sapphire sky,
In the light of sadness
I feel her and them
By my side.
~Disha Chakraborty
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PoetryWelcome to "FLOW". Flow is a poetry book that addresses dilemmas and predicaments posed by society to habitats of all ages. Some of these are written to give another perspective to an obstacle, and some of these are there to encourage and motivate t...
