Ajit Das


A Portrait - Poem by Ajit Das

As I scavenge the piling waste of life,
an obscure face,
a stolen glance on a crowded corridor,
a startled blush in a chance encounter,
soiled remains of a half-torn draft,
a clandestine note,
left out as trifles,
but hidden deep in the heart,
now come to memory
on a wave of arrow sharp freshness.

They are the touches of colours,
still unfading, missing
from a portrait, heavily painted,
bounded in a frame.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 31, 2015



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