Alleys That I Leave - Poem by Surabhi Bhattacharjee
If legend come alive to a dreamer
eyes are fixed in it with glad surprise
so many years ago
it was an afternoon like today, i had sat many times before
beside my old chair, i had open my notebooks
found the names i had written
no more today
I turned my face over the darkness of my room
now i cant remember
when cattle crossed the road, wagons quickened on the streets
Two butterflies went out at noon, and a spider sewed at night.
Cuckoo's walking on summer's melodies, jewel led with raindrops and mango tress
just try to think nine years old girls
with whom i used to play ''dollhouse''
where my loved ones dwell
try to write it down
the love that i have known.
sometimes they just
move in my mind
a little by little.
Life that my life seeks
couldn't meet it at all
so i went back to where i was
beside the same chair
without a word, waiting for
legend come alive to a dreamer.................
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