Playground of Darkness
Through the old concrete walls
Light could not come inside
To play her daily magic show,
With the darkness of my room,
Here behind the book racks,
Under the worn bed cover,
Inside the clothes I wear,
Darkness finds its own space...
I can claim it to be my own.
poem by Biswajit Ganguly
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