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On steps and shards
So when a sudden gush of cool evening breeze comes and takes away my peace of mind -
I desperately hold on to the broken shards of where you might be right now, with whom, happy?
And I am suffering thinking that you might be happy and blissful - forgotten all about me
And I curse myself all the more for such selfishness
But it is what it is
A terrible, terrible tragedy -
and I am at the centre of it
Let the world burn to ashes - what is it to me?
My tragedy will drown me before any of that fire can touch me
© Saibal Samadder
I desperately hold on to the broken shards of where you might be right now, with whom, happy?
And I am suffering thinking that you might be happy and blissful - forgotten all about me
And I curse myself all the more for such selfishness
But it is what it is
A terrible, terrible tragedy -
and I am at the centre of it
Let the world burn to ashes - what is it to me?
My tragedy will drown me before any of that fire can touch me
© Saibal Samadder
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