Poem by Asoke Kumar Mitra
WILD WIND…
Night deepens,
A knock on the door
It was the wind knocked,
Flame of a candle dancing
At the corner of the room…
The wind runs wild,
Falling leaf and night jasmine
The dust of time and your laughter
Mingle in your last song
Of the pain
Moonless gloom of midnight
You stopped and gazed in the dark
Remembering forgotten chapter of memory
Sculpted on the walls of our room
Wild wind knocking in despair…
(C)Asoke Kumar Mitra, March 2021
