Blank Darkness

Slowly softly night sipping in

My vein as if river passing in

Through a narrow throat of–

Mountain. The beats of heart

Throbbing, sign of me alive.

Night will get deepest in its own;

The cry of mother losing her–

Eldest son, the sobbing of sister

Losing her only brother will pass

Not unheard; silence will carry it.

And my poem will be pass on

As rambling, nothing new.

The beats of heart throbbing,

Sign of me living…

P.C. Dawid Planeta

By Sangbad

A poet, an author, a reviewer--in one word I'm a literaturist (means one who is trying almost everything that Literature is made of). My books are available at Amazon. I'm a Bengali, born and raised in Kolkata, West Bengal.


  1. words dont do justice to the depth of your feelings my dearest friend. across the miles you know exactly how I feel and write about it with such force and intensity. i thank you for your heart.


          1. that you even try to understand our sorrow makes you a beautiful human. a loving soul to reach out to us. I tell a lot of lies these days. I say I am ok when I am not. but what else can I say? I am just trying to get through one day at a time. having friends like you helps so much


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