A Return

by Kingshuk Chakraborty

I waited

Till my fiery sun

Calmed

Into a mild sweet orange

And sank into the salty ocean.

Blood from lacerated lips

Tangled in tongue,

I still could get my sky

Radiant Blue

I could let my pain

Slowly seep into my heart

And blink like stars

In silent night.

I return:

A home pulled me in,

Built a long ago

By my ancestors.

Photography by Kingshuk Chakraborty

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