Days pass by somehow,
But nights now are a wagon of pain.
Injuries May heal with time,
But marks will remain always.
Restless on my comfortable bed,
I toss and turn and try to sleep.
But thoughts are bulking my head,
And formed a huge heap.
The past is flashing its scorching light beams,
Tearing me far apart,
Breaking me at the seams.
The darkness of my life
Is more visible in the dark.
And finally I'm trying to give it a voice,
Trying to speak my heart.
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this poem is by an indian 'Ravindra Singh'
