The morn casts a shadow on my mind <br />this twilight day of dark clouds <br />I mourn everything lying dead behind. <br /> <br />Seems nothing was done right <br />what was for me missed my sight <br />built blindly castles of sand <br />dreamed harvest on fallow land. <br /> <br />When it came to paying a price <br />chose way out with compromise <br />not asking the purpose was made this soul <br />the intended task of its earthly role. <br /> <br />As I lament all the wasted years <br />clouds disperse the sky clears <br />whispers a voice from my inhaled breath <br />being alive is enough rest is myth.<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twilight-day/
