That Bag
(By Raja Ghoshal)
Oh dear, Much as we try
A grief or two would always remain
Locked in a room of regrets
A bag of myriad pain
In the rigmarole of daily life
Unsparing in its routine and rhyme
To look at them and ponder
Where is the bloody time?
But on wayward days and nights
With inner and outer fights
We enter that room and drag
All pains and woes from that bag
We look and analyse
In retrospect, try to be wise
We smile and fight that tear
And move on with our life, oh dear!

That Bag (By Raja…

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