Love
Whatever I have
Let it be scattered,
Over the narrow strips of the sky.
The sun from this land,
Which is absolutely mine, personal
Which has spread roots
Only in my heart.
I had presented you Kolkata at dawn
I wished you had handled with care
I had parted from a full moon
Of the shal forest,
And the riverside solitude-
I murmured
Dream these for me tonight
But in vain.
You simply didn’t care.
The face of poem, my serene love
The trust and anguish of
An uncanny truce,
Let it not be lost
Let it be yours, hidden awkwardly
Deep within, silently caressing.
© SOMNATH MITRA 2010
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