abhro banerjee Poems

how many times do you come back
to find how many days have passed
since something was in the air for the last time
since the last cat was out from the sack
...

Even fashion that changes so fast
is looking for a piece of cloth
to express itself...
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all the games she wins
keep you more alive, ticking through the night like this

keep you all awake, far far away
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she touched me this night
she touched my fraudulent body
someone touches you too
somewhere dark and deep
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