Nirendra Nath Chakraborty


ESTRANGEMENT, AND

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There's moss a little below the surface of the water,
you can see it if you lean just a little;
but she doesn't care to, she's sent her gaze off
in search of the red rose.
I watch, from dawn to dusk I watch
how like estranged love and longing it keeps moving endlessly,
the water moss.

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