Dr. Baishali Bhaumik Mitra Poems

Painter, would you paint me
today in all my natural hue?
Would you paint me as I am,
with my imperfections and blemishes true?
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The mirror in my room isn’t just the same anymore!
Now it has many faces,
myriad visages and countenances.
They all stare back;
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A smile
from you make me forget
the whole world and
fly, spiraling higher, in a steady flight
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I have forgotten to take care of my mirror!

The mirror on my bedroom wall has cried for long now,
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Two little elves
sat on the tree top
painting the leaves
in bright red tinge.
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I have faces many more,
many diverse faces
veiled in mine.
I am one in many
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The day yawns and stretches impatiently
in its await to connect with the night.
Her hidden passion and anxious trepidation
pulsating bright through the sun rays,
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When I think of you
my words begin to travel the
warm alley and
the embryo of thoughts are formed;
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I miss
those lazy legs
entwined...
I miss
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Dance with me O Life!
Hop, tango, ballet, jazz
and salsa with me.
Embrace me
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