Irrelevant
So many years spring is breathing in my heart,
as fresh as a child’s smile in an old album.
As the winter comes snow falls all over my body.
I keep them warm and calm under my blanket.
Nobody knows my eyes are dry fountains and
My specs are drifting clouds in a secluded valley.
My footsteps are uneven like a distorted mind.
I have lost my way to find no place called-‘home’.
Like an untamed storm I want to hang with the flow.
The summer’s warmth is never enough for me.
I boil my unspoken emotions without a furnace.
In the autumn the trees shed their leaves and
those fallen leaves softly whispers in my ears .
They tell me their stories, irrelevant like mine.
Copyright © Sudipto Nag | Year Posted 2017
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