Moonmoon Chowdhury
I had mocked at ‘life’s unfair’
Diluting cynicism with ‘believe’
I had rendered my friends a patient ear
Withdrawing from the core’s finite pool
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When my soul limped under stress
I took a sabbatical to refill my cup
I believed, my tribe will be there
After a dozen years of selfless love.
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When I called out, I heard my own echo
There was no one, near or far
The truth sank in, I silenced my thoughts
Giving my sweet lies, yet another chance.
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So poignant, my friend! More power to your pen💚💚
Thank you, my dear💚💚💚
Harsh reality… Very well penned dear
Thank you, dear Kirti. 💚❤️💚
Sad reality of life
Yes, ma’am. I have seen it happen to good people.
Thank you for reading, ma’am.
Very poignant Moonmoon
Thank you, Gowri.💚💚💚
Unfortunately experienced by all at some point or another. Well penned Moonmoon!
True, Sheetal.Thank you for the encouragement, dear. 💚💚💚
The truth of life. May your pen keep flowing my dear💚💚
Thank you so much, my dear💚💚💚
And belief became the oxygen that kept us going.. Just beautiful..
So true, Sai. Thanks so much, dear. <3 <3 <3
We do this so often… Giving my sweet lies, yet another chance…beautifully pennned
Thanks so much, dear Amrita <3 <3 <3