Absence Poem by Suvrajit Barua

You don't have to go to the forest
Won't find the butterfly party
They touch you;
They'll love you because of my absence.

If you run away on the hill or beach
You see, they're moving away
You won't touch them anymore
They will move away for you
If necessary, the world will change its map.

See the clouds!
They won't touch you;
They won't forget to go to the floating-
You, mean without me, my forgotten childhood.