Wails Of Heart

At night in your alley i was thinking till dawn,

How to check the tears, till it becomes sea of blood.

There is no witness in the desert of excessive grief,

How to tolerate this till it becomes a stone rod.

It is true that affection cannot be powered,

But tell me how to lament, till I become a pod.

Your promise was tender, here I am lonely,

I have checked the craze, till comes a nod.

Dew cried at night, hearing my wails of heart,

She is now waiting for you to bring a shroud.

Now it is determined, it is s stone or a heart,

Even dagger is thinking and waiting  to do broad.

Now I have prepared my grave, by leaving the assembly,

Till she is informed call the religious preacher's chord.

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By Rabindra Nath Banerjee(Ranjan)

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