Deep Mukherjee - Perception

Seconds, minutes, hours, and day
Like grains of golden sand
Phew! ! they creep away!
And I am made to understand
What are left are delusions
A false hope of redemption
A dark unfathomed tide
Of interminable pride
In the vicinity of the false 'God'
The world worships love and lust;
What rises above are the ashes
And what left scattered to dust;
Regret sets in like a parasite
It stings deep and long
Yet the heartbeats keep going on
Breaking down but standing strong....

Deep Mukherjee

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