NOT ANY MORE… / Poem by Asoke Kumar Mitra


Black cobblestone of loneliness
Imagined you,with hope and wonder
Behind the sofas, behind the curtains
Across the room, everywhere
Looked lonesome

Delicately dreaming with the sound of violins
Heart to heart
Touch of else’s existence
Nothing left to say
Sound of my own voice

The ocean meets the clouds
That silence has fallen
On this empty page
I become the full-time dreamer
Whispered back to loneliness.


(C)Asoke Kumar Mitra, Kolkata,India, 2018

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