No bothers linger,
No shadows to fear,
In your embrace,
Solitude draws near.
Days of betrayal,
And of hate,
You were my only hope,
My heaven’s gate.
City’s tapestry, relentless and loud,
Echoes of chaos in the bustling crowd.
In the busy roads that horned again,
It left fellows striving to regain.
Sitting back at night,
And alone with my thoughts,
The moon becomes my tranquil space,
The epitome of grace.
You made us learn,
To glow amidst the clouds.
Oh moon! You graceful,
You cast, threads of embrace.
About the author
Priyangshu is a mental health speaker and a keen enthusiast of classical literature who speaks for the deprived. He expresses his thoughts and expressions through his poems, quotes, art, etc. His writings explore the human sentiments of love, hate, hope, and loss.