Within

When cloud of darkness gathers around me
It’s always your light that sets me free.
When despair piles up in my grieving heart
Your magic broom cleans up the dirt.
You smile when I cry, cry when I smile
No grief is forever, beyond a sorrowful mile.
By all the acts you do and all the tales you spin
You let me discover the happiness within.

poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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