Poems by
Deepa Dash


a poem by Deepa Dash

Darkness seems to be the dearest these days…
In my empty dark room I lay,
With eyes open wide…
Trying to measure the depth of the tide,
My body- ред horizontal on bed,
Wounds- open wide and tears- shed,

With the expressionless face, I lay!
One might guess, did I die?
The body might be dead, but soul still alive,
Trying to connect with The Supreme Father,
Tired of crying, had no options rather…

The pain has increased so high,
To be the barrier between life and death,
To return me to myself, asked for a second chance- no way!
The only question, that troubled my way…
Will I pass or pass away?