Chayan Das

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Makeshift Sorrow

My heart aches
for what I harboured in there
Is fruitless;
No conclusions to arrive at,
Just my thoughts and I,
Pondering over the crater
That is left in there,
Must I admit,
You stuck like a meteor,
Who knows
From how many millions of miles away;
I guess it's time to fill it,
With the tears of my sorrowful nights,
And be happy that I have such a lake
In my mind I can always bathe in.
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