It was all a common day,
Almost boring in everyway.
The endless cries and lies,
Disaster herb took it away.
The world was paralyzed
As I gazed through the pane
And with the breezy drizzle,
And I rolled away the pain.
My eyes turned so red
And I had a thing to hide,
I was all well and present,
But the mind stole a ride.
Their voices turned so low,
And the silence had a high.
My mind overflowed with thoughts,
But my senses turned dry.
With smiles on my face,
I dreamt of the skies
And then that serene place,
Just blew off by surprise.
"Goodbye" said the smell,
And the fire ashed away,
Only what I could tell,
Was disaster herb made my day.
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Poetree
PoetryA compilation of poems on issues like human trafficking, war , racism etc. written by Shuvam Roy. I hope you read and enjoy it, please give it a try. :)
