On The Canvas Of My Life
The Lines That Survive
Only Show Black Days
And Empty Door Ways
Because Corridors Of Life
Where I Now Survive
Does Not Have Any
Meanings Nor Many
Words To Explain
Cause Of My Pain
And Every Day I Try
For Myself To Buy
Few Moments To Fill
This Emptiness To Fulfill
The Needs Of Mine
For Joy’s Moment Wine
But My Effort’s Chain
Just Go In Vain
And Again New Day
Appears Blank And Gray.
Seema Chowdhury