The Aged Sun Poem by Soumen Chattopadhyay
The Aged Sun
The word was given
That it'll be bloomed as scheduled
In the awning of Sahajia light
Burdenlessly
The missing world
Still runs behind the anarjya (Non-aryan)evening
Just this small feeling_
Has bloomed in private
In the aged afternoon sunshine
In the awning of Sahajia light
Elderly me, is outspread in this scene_
Isn't visible in the canvas by easy rights
In sound-less or in lost sound
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