ALLUSIONS OF TEARDROPS
#allusionseriespoem – 37
They rain down on my face,
Stubborn and conscious teardrops
Who insist on freeing themselves,
To remind me how I feel inadequate
In a time that seems, have rushed past
That makes me feel out of place
With full of dismissal grace…
I felt alone and alone
It’s all creates something crazy to,
Makes me feel small busy
Unknown and isolated…
I cried perhaps, tears of courage
For dreams like a mirage,
Everything is conditioned between
what is necessary and what is desired…
Nothing is perfect
But I’m not contradicted either,
I am original without any copyscame,
So something undone and so imperfect,
Lost in ephemeral and punctual glory,
These are tears that fall on my chest
Drops of sadness contrasting with
Dexterity, of the much I’ve done
what hasn’t been done till yet…
I cried in a relief
In a time that is scarce,
Seems to want to run away
I don’t know where to go,
Even where to stay, where I can laugh
with a sparkle in my open eyes…
Manoj Kumar Panda
Founder Secretary
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