Come and Find Me In My Solitude
On one side flows the whitish blue river
On the other side a lonely yellow
In between, my hollow shadows shiver
On looks the miles and miles of void meadow
All rich poems have since been harvested
All dancing steps in jingles have been spent
No flame, the wick and oil are exhausted
No hands to hold and hug for warm content
If you really come you’ll see the moons
Eclipsed by the long neck of the camel
Sands in eyes I keep looking at the dunes
Debris of once a beautiful castle
Just Look at the deadly strokes of time’s axe
The vicissitudes in the tales of cracks
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03/12/16
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016
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