The Solitude

By Amitrajit Sarkar

Times flies so does the people

things turn heinous

no more rosy days

pretentions could be the best policy

let them never show our pain

or else bleeding to death

death is no solution

when the thought of those little finger

holding yours

or the cuddle of that little body

make you stronger

in the meantime, things turn dull

but that cravings to live some more days

never fade away

By Amitrajit Sarkar