Moonmoon Chowdhury
Her mind was a pristine gallery,
A catalogue of shiny data,
An unforeseen storm blemished the sheen,
Coating the contents with cloudy dust.
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The fog settled on names and places,
Blurring the vision of her mind,
She meandered, lost in its alleys,
Searching for hope’s light in the dark.
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The hunt for misplaced things darkened her day,
Conversations puzzled, made her ashamed,
She raged, lamented, the knotty plight,
Cooping up, she withdrew into a shell.
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Building up an imaginary sphere,
She receded further from her circles,
Alone, forgotten, in her sunset years,
Trapped eternally in the vacuum.
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Beauty❤❤❤❤
Thank you so much, dear 💚💚💚
So beautifully captured Moonmoondi!!
Thanks so much, dear Amrita. 💚💚
The soul of the poem needs a lot of work, as it’s a difficult theme to write on. Wasn’t sure if I could write on it but the word and thoughts wouldn’t let go of me 😀
Very poignant. So well written 💚 I can visualize “her”.
Thanks so much, dear Gowri 💚💚
So poignant and beautiful, my dear! flow of the poem 👌👌liked the language used💚💚
Thanks so much, dear Pooja. 💚💚
I could visualise this person, all through your beautiful words. Well done, my friend. Well done.💚💚💚💚
Thank you so much, dear friend. 💚💚💚💚
So grateful to each of you for the encouragement💚
Last stanza…… very strong
Thank you, dear Fatema 💚💚
Beautiful.
Thank you so much, ma’am. 💚💚
Just loved it Moonmoon
Thank you so much, Indrani. 💚💚
Poignant and deep
Beautifully penned
Thank you so much, ma’am for the encouragement. <3 <3 <3
Very beautifully captured Moonmoon Chowdhury! Your words are beautiful.
Thank you so much for the encouragement, dear Mumtaz. <3 <3 <3
Love love loved it💚💚💚
Thank you so much, dear💚💚💚💚