THIS MORNING / Poem by Asoke Kumar Mitra

Poem by Asoke Kumar Mitra



Please leave your window open
Rainbirds will come with morning breeze
Birds will sing a journey of love

Open the door
East wind,
North wind
South wind
West wind
Come with secret steps

A solitary wayfarer, in this deserted street
Now you ask
What is the time

Our desires are plenty
Keeping our words behind
In this morning, sea of silence

Our drowsy murmur
And the winds
Lifeless cadaver lies serenely…

(C) Asoke Kumar Mitra,2019

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