Blue is my corner,
Gray are my thoughts,
While, a red rose blooms somewhere,
This love quietly rots.
On the green green grass,
The rain falls softly,
While, my black hopeless heart
Aches on, as unceasingly.
On golden sundrops,
Floats white fluffy hopes,
While, buried in the dark blue corner,
My eyes still foolishly gropes.
Come red, come green and white,
Come golden, come everything bright
Take over, down and through,
My dark dark soul and mind,
Battered for so long, black and blue.
© 2009 Rituparna Das
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