Jujutshu Kumar Deb


Ripples

Lake water lap
At the feet of a tired lone boy,
Staring with gloomy eyes
As the ripples rise from the slimy waters
The wind rustles through the shrubs
Crackling amidst broken twigs
As the twittering birds
Pass forgetting the tree.
He lifts his palm and wipes his eyes,

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