Memories Of A Floral Clock Poem by Nabaneeta Dev Sen

Memories Of A Floral Clock

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Standing still by the nameless road
I hear the violence of rain
Beating on the panes
Going dark

Switching off the engine is not
Switching off memory
Your eyes
The floral clock
Survive the rain
And your tongue
The unseen pendulum
Keeps ticking away
Deep inside me
Telling time
Under the soil


[Translated by the poet]

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 19 March 2012

A great poem like it, a great write.

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Nabaneeta Dev Sen

Nabaneeta Dev Sen

Kolkata / British India
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