Poem | The Edge Stone

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The poetess believes ‘To live is to write’

Shilpi Bhattacharjee

Waking up before all other souls

The chirping sound and dawn

Open those eyes with no new thoughts 

But duties of her own 

First prays to Lord for blessing the day 

And night of one and all 

Then on her toes with tired veins 

To response each ones call 

Keeping satisfy each hunger first 

Though burning hers within her

Not counting works how much how far 

Just helping near and dear 

Toiling being edge stone forever 

With no dreams or any needs

Still living smiling but somewhere 

That heart silently bleeds 

Drenched in sweat for those who think 

‘What want may she has?’

A little attention with consoling words 

Were remained within unexpressed 

Neither wished a thing for self 

Nor demanded eternal love 

Seeing blue sky though feels to fly 

But forbidden to look above. 

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