Lost In Thunder - Poem by Oindri Sengupta
Forgetting the yellow clouds
The mad woman walks over the rims of river
Collecting pebbles lost in dreams.
She has feet of ceramic and hands of golden wax
That removes dust from the sea-weed.
Forgetting is a misery,
That takes life from its cramped shell
To the hollowness of time’s eternal expanse.
Like the beauty that bites dawn in the morning,
There is a balcony hanging down the moon,
Falling over our beds each night,
When we create cobwebs on our walls.
The madwoman looks through the dark windows of sea
And digs up granites of solitude
From the fingers of sands.
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