Dearth of happiness
Every flower resembles your face.
They do not make me happy rather
They speak to me of those days
When we would have dearth of food
Clothing and accessories to make
a living together united a modest life
in a much bigger cell called family
Other than one I am now in expecting
Better days of fulfillment to come.
Every flower reminds me of promises
Which I never made literally but
Always understood them been made.
Now I have dearth of happiness which
in dearth of food I surely didn't have.
poem by Palas kumar Ray
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