Jaydeep Sarangi Poet Lyric

Sailing Through Ichamati

We are a very old wall,
Useless at times. Sometimes forgotten.
People don’t want  us anymore
In need of no repair,

History books record tears on our bricks
Long languishing hours
Smoked around us.
Policies and  principles ruled our lives
When the country was young.

Ichamati is the corridor
Into things we can design.
We are twins 
Our veins have one blood
Even when we are separate souls on map.

Note: Ichamati is a river that separates India from Bangladesh.

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Poet Destroyer A April 5, 2015 at 4:19 PM JAYDEEP, A nice warm WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun with this wonderful community. You'll find many friendly poets who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I will enjoy following you and your poetry when you are ready :) We are Lucky To Have you. Enjoy 2015, with New Poet Friends @-> LINDA <-@