The Time I Go Through

The Time I Go Through

O, God!

I have became as hard as wood,

Because did not get anything that I could.

The whole world is being unknown,

Because every heart is being a stone.

No one asks me, If I am worst or well,

No one cares if I am facing hell.

As the passerby going through the woods,

Wounds hurt him as he is bare foot,

The same I m feeling my solitude.

O, God!

Come and extract me from this pain,

The cause,  I can’t go more on this lane,

On this lane, one this lane!

Anikant Raaz Mandal


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