Dearth of happiness

Every flower resembles your face.

They do not make me happy rather

They speak to me of those days

When we would have dearth of food

Clothing and accessories to make

a living together united a modest life

in a much bigger cell called family

Other than one I am now in expecting

Better days of fulfillment to come.

Every flower reminds me of promises

Which I never made literally but

Always understood them been made.

Now I have dearth of happiness which

in dearth of food I surely didn't have.

poem by Palas kumar Ray
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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