My Life Is Leif

My Life Is Leif short poem

Uploaded by arpita dutta

About days, when heart is alone..
Familiar faces but the soul is unknown..
The voice is unheard, Albeit it is loud,
since I thronged by an extensive crowd..

About days, when home is Abode
Moments are time and path is road.
Wings of desire gets crushed by foe
O’ My niche is shattered in a bit of a blow.

About Nights, sleepless and weepy
A bane in life, an imperfect graffiti
Still I dream and weave fairy-tale
In a Zeal to chase joy from a life which is stale

About days, when sun shines bright
Birds chirping breaks my night
Fly high with faith and belief
O my love is back and my LIFE is Leif.

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Abhik Mandal
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Very nice. It’ll take you through the poet’s imagination.

Aloke
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Arpita wrote a passionate and poignant love poem. Sometime it rose to a height of rarefied atmosphere of poetry. One of the few stunning poem I have come across recently. Kudos !

Aniket Nikhade
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I read the entire poem and found it interesting. This is more of what one feels when isolated, alone and there is space and vaccum left in life. Peace of mind is also another way of looking at the different aspects and ways in life.

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