Subhas Chandra Chakra Birth Poems

And then there was a splash,
A soundless splash over
the timeless surface
frozen with the fluid
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You made my life-

Purple
With your love and care.
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Words are like lonely wayfarers-

rivers that rove miles of painful path
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Words are born at midnight

Of lonely dreams seen with eyes open,
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Within wombs of dumb wordlessness

an embryo of unpropitious silence destroyed secretly
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Words originate

as waves pounce upon and
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And words are born,

off the poet's painful heart
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Like a lonely voyager

The river of words-
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And words are born,

Off the poet's painful heart
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