Cause Yet Not
If the last drop of ink write your limit,
if the end of black can close its hand,
than from where he left your last-
In the last drop of black,
after a last single word,
of the last poem,
of that last book- which
yet not finished,
of our last meeting.
I start from there-
With the start of the mine,
till the end of the rose...
Copyright © Prajesh Kumar Roy | Year Posted 2018
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