Dyuti Banerjee

My heart longs for a figment of thy presence,
Thy absence absents from my life its very essence;
Mine smiles conditioned by thy mirth,
Thy frown mothers my sadness unto its birth.
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The cry pierced the silence,
Tore a hole, in the invisible air,
Which in the face of things, was fair,
'Cept it came from this side o' th' fence.
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O, can you hear the sunshine sing,
This happy morn in autumn?
Can you hear the zephyrs ring,
In your ears, as a wild flower in the grass, did blossom?
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The clouds turn grey,
Inevitably, it starts to rain.
The sky's got a hepta-hued stain....
The wind- it decides to go astray.
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Something is amiss here- no doubt:
I felt that right in the dankness of the morning-
(You know how the mornings are, these days)
Amiss- but nothing eerie, you know...
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A place with fewer boundaries than even Communism might advocate,
Where absurdity becomes reality, making the latter, redundant, unreal-
Child of hope, grandchild of love- fantasy-
Where pink skies greet blue grass,
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I am running out of verse,
Rhyme fails me-
The first time,
In times that were and are to be, -
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Thunder-claps riot in the sky
A light drizzle flirts with the wind
Ancient waves torment the ready mind
That endeavours through poetry to reach a new high.
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