Harvest of Grief
Wend your nomadic way westward,
Away from the path
Where my dead leaves fall.
I will reap the harvest of grief alone.
Leave me alongside
The bank of pristine nothingness.
A chasm dwells in my trunk
Hollowness, never a friend unknown.
Wander faraway to a land uncharted,
The gust of wind may not be mighty enough
To carry the lament of my soul.
A seed of solitude under my shade is sown.
©Rumpa Ray-Ghosh
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Am a passionate Bengali from Kolkata, has been living in Mumbai, India, for many years. My passion for poetry led me turn into a published poet, a content writer.
My love for music instigated me to become a classical vocal singer.
I am passionate about blogging , and maintain a YouTube channel too. I hold a Master’s degree in English Literature and Education.
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