Shimanta Bhattacharyya


Every Afternoon (For Sita) - Poem by Shimanta Bhattacharyya

Every afternoon
I lean my eyes
Against the bright blue rim of the sea

Every afternoon
I unfurl my spindrift pennons
As I wait your return

A quiet hope laps round my heart
As the tides come in every afternoon
And drowns in a quicksand of sighs

As the tides go out. A battered sundial
On this blind-bleary shore
I keep the lengthening hours

As I watch my seamless shadow
Slip into your clothes
Every afternoon


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Comments about Every Afternoon (For Sita) by Shimanta Bhattacharyya

  • Rookie Akash Mech (9/28/2012 8:56:00 AM)

    Very beautiful poem Sir...
    I wish I could write the same! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 16, 2008



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