I Keep My Griefs

I keep some griefs in
a cascade of my mind,
In hidden corner, with
great care, none can find.
The blurred face of my dead
father, who died immature death,
his love and care, the sweet words,
snatch my present confidence, faith.
What for I fight, what for?
Nothing stays, nothing,
on Time's vast shore.
Who am I to be remembered,
when the Emperors couldn't win,
Time, the atrocious, cruel time,
who can only destroy and ruin?
I open the cascade and
Shed tear for the unshaken days,
of my sorrowful heart.
Read the story of every page.
Knowing fully well,
my day may end tonight...
Or tomorrow, like all mortals,
my soul will take another flight.

poem by Nilakshi Das
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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