Author: Subhannita Chatterjee
Paragraph to my life
Cuts deeper than a knife.
Thought to explain what my feelings say,
Neither white nor black it all resides in grey.
Faded roads that take nowhere, Cold breeze whispers don’t be afraid I will take care.
I have no wings to fly,
But then my heart wants to go high.
Someday may be I will stop,
Things I don’t need may be I will drop.
I want to know where I will lead at the end
And there I want to see myself standing with you holding your hand.
