Manu Dash

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Bhopal - Poem by Manu Dash

There was still
the smell of old affairs
of a student & her teacher
left around Bharat Bhavan,
whose skeletal building
reminds one of the richness in its air.

The lush green expanse of the city
on a rainy day
was in deep slumber.

The old and new
were segregated
by the not- too-old Birla Temple,
that stands like a scarecrow
between the past and the present.

It is only lakes and lakes,
the way a bride dons
her necklace.

The ghost of a closed mill
haunts the million dreams
shattered decades ago.

Although I suffer from insomnia,
Bhopal knows the art
of deep slumber.

Topic(s) of this poem: love hurts


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 17, 2014



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