Lost Lover | Madhab Chandra
Jena
Look …
The sky meets the earth
Where…
My village is there.
A small cottage,
bamboos and mud the walls are.
A wooden box in a corner,
old books inside
Like my child hood,
Grandfather’s Bhagvat Gita
Not necessary not destroyed,
Some blank papers
But Secured….
Still I dream there
Someone whispers me a dark night,
Someone a scarecrow,
Someone a jailbird.
But still I tolerate me a lost lover
I stay there
where …
The sky and the earth meet together.
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