Soma Bhattacharya
In the corridors of mangled minds,
..the stench of soot and grunge hang heavy
Away from the coaxing of dictums on race, color, love, and triumph
Here fear, pain and passions run wild
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Here are men and women who faltered; tossed asunder, in the tumult called Life…
and yet fervently yearning for the Sun – each day, every day
Renewed in the fire of grief and guilt … all parts of them, un-winged yet
In the corridors of mangled minds …here golden hopes are waiting to fly
Brilliant, I read it thrice to get the essence.
Thank you dear Mumtaz!
Beautiful 💚💚
Thank you dear Sonali. I have read some of your writings, and they are beautiful
This is superb!