Diptesh Augustine Sarkar

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It's your smile that shines on my face like the sun
though the sun too has its end
but my days are too short to count
too blest to see you wane.
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A leaf
I once had plucked
And left forgotten
In a spree,
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I saw:
Her alone
sitting on the bed
hunch-back
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In the darkness
my soul cried out
even a faint glow was enough.
You at such an hour
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I don't dare
think about centipedes
yet when I do
it feels
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This afternoon I'll not
sleep with you
but keep my head on your breast
and cry my soul out.
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A Japanese-doll went a-reading
and a flower followed her
She put the flower back on the bough
and asked a bee to keep her.
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You are through the foothill ride
the darkest of the night
pits are there and boulders
you may stumble outright
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Days and nights
Are tied in a lull—
It's time for me to speak.
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They too are leaders
but their feet rest on corn
and not soft buckskin of
a scant virgin.
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A friend of mine is in love
the same usual story:
bright T-shirts and jeans
and sun on the face.
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Today I ran out of reason to laugh
Ran out of Lies
So I must Cry...
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I tell you
Rain has no beauty about it.
Still if you write
and I sing
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The day is drifting to its end
the clouds from nowhere blackening the sky
evening is drooping lump by lump
a lull is climbing high.
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You may say
that I am a dreamer
but I'm not the only one.
There are hundreds
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I thought it was hunger
I knew it to be a sin
I felt it was a blunder
and, Oh! How wrong I had been…
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Crinkles can speak a thousand words
of fleeting joys and lasting pain
In which the eyes, the lone mirror
Show the rush of time.
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My hands are empty as are yours
and perhaps scores even
even there was so much as
anguish, loss and suffering
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All I remember now
is that I wanted Light
more Light
to the point of insanity
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