Pradip Chattopadhyay (28.01.1961 / Kolkata)
Grey Shades of Evening
green hungry eyes wait for me at the road corner
a forever mourner
my disappointment i can't hide
failing once again to feed a mouth on the roadside!
her every evening i meet
waits the pariah on the street
for one scrap of biscuit!
she's my sullen evening's muse
quite easily i find an excuse
sorry sweetie i was lost in thought
am sorry i again forgot!
she waits till the last of my sight
till gone in the stark length of night
her eyes pleading tomorrow when we meet
must celebrate with a piece of biscuit!
the night sky brims with the stars
in the air is grim chill's curse
what if she's carried away on wings
leaving me with desolate evenings!
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