Depressions by Amartya Bhattacharyya Nature is depressed, and so am I, who are you starting like the starved ? Skies are dark, and so are the tears, that flows through the flooding veins. Its raining outside my window, its raining inside my heart; The gloomy fatigue creeps inside me, and I find myself busy without business ! I sense the drops gaining velocity, as it falls on my naked face, and covered heart ; Sir Issac must have been a dreamer, for the apples in dream, are sweeter than real. Depressed am I, in my room, and depressions are floating all around me; who are you, playing in the rivers, Its dangerous ! Come home tonight ! The night will be warm, warmer than the wool, because you lay still, in warmth undefined. Before its cold, the body heat is sold in the hours of depression. Child, return home !
Posted on: Sat, 26 Oct 2013 18:06:31 +0000
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