Black Hole

She wept incessantly,
Strived hard to bury her memories
In the deepest black-holes of her mind
Where no luminance penetrates.

She idled the hours in melancholy,
“An agonized soul, is she”, everyone says.
No optimistic whim enters her darkest
Black- holes lurking in the caves of her mind.

She counts her days in vain and pledges
That her grim existence is limited.
She confesses before The Almighty
To terminate her wasted, brittle life.

Her emotions are bird-caged in the
Vortex of misery, she humbly pleads
To God to mend her morose black holes
To recompense for her vile misdeeds.

A sudden lightning flashes in the dark
Sky of her utterly black mind, erases her
Deep-rooted despondence, shatters her black-holes.
And radiance shines within, whipping out her black-holes.

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Saurin Desai

very nice

“Black-holes lurking in the caves of her mind.”

can totally relate to it

asoke kumar mitra

excellently penned.


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