Avik Datta Gupta
Avik Datta Gupta Poems
I have a long lonely road for my shelter
Some kindful garbage for my food
I thank you my good God above
For being so sweetly rude
Some people fling a coin
And drive into the dark
As I shake my shapeless bowl
Begging in the park. ...
Water Of Love
I shape my palm like a bowl
And hold a bit of water of love
I feel it’s coolness, I can see it quiver
I can see self reflections, as I stand by the river
There’s so much of it, and so less I can hold
As the river of love flows on..
With a million miseries untold
I can’t take a grip of you..