Jayendrina Singha Ray Poems

A day so insignificant
But who decides it’s significance?
A dry bus ride, with a wet outside.
Water seeping in,
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A step precarious
Incognito he entered a life;
Not as lover, but a friend divine.
The woe-be gone lad
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The stillness pregnant
Mystic,
About to burst to pierce,
Ignored.
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