I am losing it…. really,

If you people thought

That I am not ,

But merely pretending,

You are mistaken;

The veins are calling out loud,

The bosom can’t house anymore

The ignominy of neglect,

Enough speaks for enough

Not sure what is enough in actuality,

There’s one long stare,

One long wait for a reply,

One repulsive rejection,

And the spine never straightens again,

However much the running is

From pillar to post,

The destiny denies help,

Reducing the sighs to

I, Me and Myself .

~ I,ME AND MYSELF ~

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Pritam Bhowmick
A new generation poet who loves to experiment. Feelings are expressed with simplicity in his poems. He composes passionately and expects to strike a chord in the mind of every reader.
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