Braja K Sarkar

A yellow river flows
Through my bloods.

I know the colours of the rain
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She came alone!

She entered into the womb of
night and illuminate the dark
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A lover, a dreamer, a poet
And a digger:

All are severely looking for
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It burns my domesticity!

There are restless clouds in the boat- journey.
That girl returns after selling self,
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The elusive rain has left me
Alone,
But I am not lonely.
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I look forward to
The bright path
Paved up to the
Distant hill.
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I have drawn numerous lifelines
On the shore of time.

I faught thousands of wars,
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The blood as I know
Has no colour nor any flavour
Except it's history
That flows through the ages.
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I never mind your business.
It is you, who indulges me.

You often change your mind,
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God created my body,
Not my soul and mind.
I have possessed this mortal
Home, not belongs to me.
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Love is injurious to heart.
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I know the man and his women
For years. I know them as my
Neighbors and friends.
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Close relation is very strange
to me for I had never been to
school, nor did I find a professional
to teach me what does it means!
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And now, you are a rain tree
And bring down the Stars
From the Heaven!
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It means nothing to me when
You close the doors and remain
Inside, leaving the legacy of light.
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I have closed the doors of night
And locked myself in.
Beside the lone window
A silver tree listens to
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Living together for years means
Nothing but proximity to this
Land of silence:
She murmured.
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Nothing is impossible:
She said.

Solitary evening-sky mingled with
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Dark has many colours,
They are omni-present!

A lady from Senegal sent
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The day breaks with your memories
Full of dews, condensed at night!

Autumn is the best of all seasons,
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