with a twinkle in her eye at dawn
and a cloud of tears at ‘dusk’
she waits on deserted paths
where once they walked as one
gloomy woods
treacherous tracks
shivering nights
bleak moon
all witness to the endless wait
in a catastrophe of confusions
mounts of ego
brews of lies
a flickering lamp lit every night
in a hope that the unchained
shall return
a tortured prisoner
never asked for
or shall he trade freedom
to whims of disorders again ??

Author : Bipul Banerjee

Bipul Banerjee writes poetry for the passion of expression inspired by the emotions he comes across in day-to-day life. With and MBA, he also has three research publications to his name in the field of CRM and aspires to publish his own collection of poetry shortly.