Senjuti Masud

Under a single bind
Page after page
For minds, there is no cage
Crossing the bay
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A poet’s luxury or a maiden’s tears
A station for derailed cheers.

But a rigorous kind, a cornered one
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We meet them in the novels
in sketches and in fables
Their eyes down, faces veiled
And we come to know(don’t we?)
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Memory and fancy
Have difference no stronger
One fine discrepancy
They sustain no longer.
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Inspiration, an offspring fountain
Aroused by a meticulous rain
Before it turns poetic, it flows down
To the spawning plain-
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Playing a breathless chess
A placid board, a miming case
All mingling
And tuning in,
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There is a rise in me
Lethal and ancestral,
Rhetorically speechless,
And sinking beneath the shadow
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Steps one or two, hesitant,
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