Sunlight. - Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya
Sunlight coming down from big glass windows. To the lobby. And those players outside playing football. Cars moving down the street and silent noises of the commotion filling up the the vast ceilings.
Music playing through All India Radio. One of the largest networks just like out railway system.
And airing and playing.. and listening..
and lightness and lightness,
I cannot even lift myself.
And numbness and numbness,
I feel every inch of me.
And swiftness and swiftness,
the fast moving thoughts in me..
I cannot even hear myself.
I am crying, i am crying ,
the sunlight river in me never - ending.
Some light moving down the football ground, some sunlight falling short of the street and melting.
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