Songs Of The Mind 5

Below are some selected short poems from my diary “Songs of the Mind”.


O my mind,

These are not mere poems,

I am stealthily returning those flowers,

that I plucked from His garden.


O my mind,

The evenings were warm and cosy,

Unlike the shiny and cold nights,

Now quietly draw the quilt of the earth,

And sink into the sands forever.


O my mind,

My finest poems are the ones which I cannot write,

As much as my deepest prayers,

Which my lips cannot say.


O my mind,

It is the evening,

and the sun would leave now,

But someone, somewhere,

is awaiting its rise!

©Debanjalee Sen, 2020

Thank you for reading:)


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