HOURS OF ANGER Debarati Pal Kolkata, India Love demands us to stay apart, We can care, but without kisses and a hug, What a strange time has descended upon us. Sometimes I feel like a bird in cage, Wanting to bend these bars and escape, And cross the mountain, over to the world. I become angry on myself and time, I want to be free, be the way I want, To let things be in fate's care, To travel without fear, without any doubt. I crumble ageing new dresses, As they slowly become just show pieces, Only of beauty, but alas, no value. The liners and lip colours, Slowly turn into frozen paints, Of the artist, dying in exile. I understand strangely necessary it is, Still I get red in the eyes, with tears of silent cries, Freedom from long goodbyes, Between acceptance and anger, I ferry day and night. I am Debarati Pal, from Kolkata, India. I am a student, 18 years old. In this year I have completed my schooling from South Point High School. I have been writing poems since I was 12. My poems have been published in newspapers like The Telegraph in Schools, and also regularly published in the school magazine. In 2018, I published my first book, Weaving with Words, a collection of poems. My poems are heavily influenced by nature and human emotions. Upahaar 2020 18
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