Dictionary Poem by Anurag Talukdar

Dictionary



These days I don’t understand much, the words that you had written.
Not that those were letters, messages, mails or scraps for me,
Rather poems composed by you, printed for public scrutiny.
Shamelessly I stalk your poems, everyday and every night,
Trying to find any reference of mine.
I often wonder if you ever know me.
Despite the fact that you had replied once to my mail,
And thanked me for being a fan, wholeheartedly.
But today, I have bought a dictionary,
And I shall peel your poems apart,
Sentence by sentence, part by part,
Till I find your soul, floating somewhere in between.

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