Tomorrow / Poem by Asoke Kumar Mitra


Here the sky is blue
Unnamed flower blossoms
It’s happening again

Her letters unopened
Nobody knows the aroma of words

Silky-fine hair mixed with
Aroma of musk
Perhaps a strange destiny
In this lonely noon
Birds and crickets chirping

The aroma of dream
No body knows when will come alive
You speak through the broken window pane
Your words in flaming passions
Beside the window,our hearts

Longing like grass


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

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