Feel like resounded Sankh
Dr Ranjit Dutta
Putting my sorrows in a bag
Loitering around in a market
To find customers perhaps
To sell my pains of the bag.
Price is nominal.
If someone wants more
I may give it free in this chance
To empty my bag.
In the market of illusion
Great-agitation of people indeed!
No-one shows interest to buy.
Eye drops fall instantly,
The weight of bag increases gradually ,
Suddenly, a fire-fly comes by
With her twinkling light.
The rattling anklets and
Resounded Sankh of distant
Embellished my condoling heart secretly
As if a stone carpet of
A Summer's brook hide nearby.
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