PromiseA Poem by Siddhartha ChatterjeeAbsurd reality
You and I - we breathe a piece of sky,
As our blind eyes can finally see The fragmented reality. This cannot be a canvas anymore. Not anymore. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not anymore. Our art was short-lived, like waves 'pon the shore. The distant lands holds a promise, The maple leaves are red with a kiss, The anxious mind grasps a doubtful bliss. Shatter the lies, break the crass, We'll make do with a few words written on a frosted glass, We can delete the drama, and let the future become our Past. © 2019 Siddhartha ChatterjeeFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorSiddhartha ChatterjeeToronto, CanadaAboutThe appetite rests on a small portion of twilight. more..Writing
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