Shakti Chattopadhay Poems

Still have your favorite key
One that was lost
How do you now open the vault?
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Wilted frame in the room
Unlike that twilight of monsoon
Rainsoaked flowers in the garden
Melodies of Joy.
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Neighborhood asleep
Doors shut tight
Night's sudden knock:
'Oboni, are you home? '
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Postmen of the forest of Fall I have seen them a lot
Their yellow bags filled up like bovine belly
Have picked up old letters anew
Those postmen in the forest of fall
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