fatigue, my friendA Poem by poddar kushalFatigue, my friend!============================= Fatigue is a friend I owe my life. Closed mind sometimes likes to take a stride With its hand held in hand, amid trees. Fatigue is used to sit on cold benches. Ambitious sun working in shadows… Talkative we are not, dust settles On the spread of pasture of silence. At last fatigue coughs to end a span While I return to a waiting day I can see fatigue is petering Still without any thing to say…
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13 Reviews Added on March 11, 2008 Authorpoddar kushalkolkata, India, IndiaAboutlife and trying to earn bread made me an advocate. mad at my own stressful self, turned to writing. poems mainly. but, there are several short stories published in my mother toungue 'bengali'.i live i.. more..Writing
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