by Sriparna Bandyopadhyay
Ghost of some forgotten cases
Suddenly knocks my door
Only to remind me
I lost, I lost, I lost..
My daughter’s mom
All of a sudden becomes hot
To some creative eyes
Just to realize, she is unable to
Afford the cost, the cost, the cost.
I am adapted to my limitations,
Farewell to my ambitions,
Let my next self rock the world,
And I step quietly to my funerals.
From:
Sriparna Bandyopadhyay
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Sriparna Bandyopadhyay
Last updated June 21, 2015