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| Milan Mondal |
The
Momentum
The
cost of happy moments
Brings
me in the world
As
time flies.
I
came and made my dearies happy
But
could not hold the moment
As
time flies.
I
grew up
And
invited hazards
As
time flies.
I
stood on my feet
And
wanted to stop the clock
Yet,
time flies.
Relentless
toil
Brings
me pleasure
Still
time flies.
Desperate,
I wanted to cease the moment
I
enjoyed the ambrosia of youth
Unfortunately,
time flies.
Finally,
I heard my mind
Saying—
Futile
it is to run after
Because
time flies...
***
The
Miscreant
Mind
measures the moments.
But
memory misleads
to
a milieu
Mixed
with mischance,
And
minutely meditates
Into
mischievous misdeeds.
***
Euphoric
Carol
The
voices in the midnight
Struggled
to heal the wound
Created
long ago.
The
scary wound bleeds
inside
the psyche
Repressed
and suppressed.
A
gentle prick
Is
hardly the occasion
But
a deferred-action.
***
Bio: Milan Mondal has a penchant to express his ideas in a crisping manner. He, most of the time, expresses profound philosophical and spiritual ideas with the aid of simple words. He has been published widely by national and international publishers. He may be reached at milanmondalapengnrc19@gmail.com.
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