amitav mazumdar

Rookie - 53 Points (14/02/1973 / KOLKATA)

Crimson Mail - Poem by amitav mazumdar

It came serpently
And laid in my
Age-old mailbox.

There was no name
Nothing to find from where it came

A crimson envelope
Hides a crimson mail.

The letters on it
Are bold and bare-bones
'if you cross the line
You'll be no more'.

The outraging lines are distinct
A threat to my existence
Stuffed in a mail

I rose to tear it
Into umpteen pieces
In a laze noon
But I didn't

I know
I hadn't crossed
Any line
Any limit that could……

I've sailed only
To unnavigable oceans
I've crossed all the limits
Of desire and pathos.

The crimson mail
Is still in my shelf
Like a knife
Could slit my throat open

I dare to open it
I could not part with it.

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a mailer inspired me to write the verses

Comments about Crimson Mail by amitav mazumdar

  • Rookie - 239 Points Indranil Bhaduri (10/6/2012 1:18:00 AM)

    Incredible penning..Thank you for sharing.. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 415 Points Captain Cur (7/6/2012 10:33:00 AM)

    Put me on the mailing list. Great poem.
    Loved it to pieces. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 6, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 22, 2013

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