Theme: Poetry

Another Poem

What would you take
              from a crestfallen poet?
Another silent drill of acquiescent words!  
The syntax that would transcribe 
The clouds, 
             the rain, 
                   the sunshine never returned, 
The moonbeam which lost its way in cobweb,
The swelling dark lake. 

I immerse.
See the shadow in the mirror 
A blue-necked in the void, the destitute man 
            those were there, 
Which are lying still 
And even those, which will never be -
The colors of Autumn, the borrowed Spring  
to fill the vase. 

Take them, if you wish to...


More By  :  Kingshuk Chakraborty

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