Goutam Hazra

Your smile
promissory
with secrets of life
let go my felucca mind.
...

Dew on the grass
Wants to disappear
As a day wakes up
Frightened by the red eyes of sun.
...

Moon is so jealous
Never says,
“Arjyaneela, your beauty is my light.”
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Curtain of brown dusk
Could not hide your pleasant silhouette
From my sight.
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Sound of silence
is lost
to the echoes of darkness.
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Grandma mine
lying dead
her beige face
expressing satiety,
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My father told me
first time
I was just a boy then,
“Follow the scent of paddy flower
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That day afternoon
umbrella cloud
every moment followed the shadow of daylight.
You were walking
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