A Crowded Station Poem by SANKAR SARKAR

A Crowded Station



A crowded station is like a locked breast of my lover
Thousand of words and crying make it best follower
We are ever going passerby amid death and birth
You watch all journeys with your stone like mirth
You are living haunted by the living day and night
Eternally you are a mixture of shadow and bright.

Monday, August 17, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: birth,haunted
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SANKAR SARKAR

SANKAR SARKAR

BARASAT, KOLKATA
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