SINCE A LONG TIME NO POETRY WAS WRITTEN, POETRY BY SOURAV BHUNIYA

 

SINCE A LONG TIME NO POETRY WAS WRITTEN 

Poems are not written for a long time, 

I can't actually write. 

That's all there is to it 

Chirping, 

But as soon as he picked up the pen, everything disappeared. 

In fact, I am not a born poet. 

Poets are very big, very great, 

I'm not like them. 

A wise man said, 

When it comes to being a poet, there are many, many kinds

Thoughts - thoughts together 

You have to have the ability to think. 

I'm not really that, 

I think in a moment, 

Grab him, 

And in the end he also disappeared 

Or my mind goes up. 

In fact, I can't stay in anything for long. 

I woke up, 

That's why love doesn't last. 

When people fall in love, they become poets, 

I was too. 

I wrote poems, in a letter to my lover 

I also gave that poem as a gift. 

But to my lover than to my poetry 

The expensive watch I gave him worked well. 

More than my mind, my pocket tie 

He liked it more. 

But I'm in love - crazy, 

What else goes into the head. 

When he finally cut my pocket, 

Looked into another's pocket, 

Then my confidence returned. 

Then sad poems were born. 

He also went for a few days. 

Then the golden age of separation is going on ---

Beard, empty wallet, 

Mess rent, canteen expenses, 

Bottle of wine and diary of poems. 

At last the night passed and the sun rose. 

Attempts by a well-wisher 

Mota Muti got a job. 

Then began the kingdom of Asura 

The roar of the demon king, and ten or five donkeys did not work. 

When the ghost of poetry flew from the head. 

Poetry divorced me, 

And the poet of these two days leaves imagination 

Returned to the street. 

So even if he wanted to, he did not become a poet anymore. 

I was left alone, 

I couldn't take place in anyone's heart anymore, 

Not poetry, not lover. 

Tag: Sad poem, love poem, breakup poem, broken heart poem