Theme: Mind

Mapping A Poet's Mind

On the days of the falling autumn leaves
I see your face in watery memories.
My river has a reckless flow. 
My thoughts hang in the air
to see you again and again.
Home or no home, after certain uffs
You draft my vision, craft
My wooden boat and set it to sail
in the dark passage of the map. 
On the pages, I pen
My dreams in a leafy silence. 


More By  : Prof. Jaydeep Sarangi

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