The Circle Passed Off Poem by Senjuti Masud
The Circle Passed Off
Steps one or two, hesitant,
By the violet herbs
Wrapping the walls and alleys,
Veiling as if an evening
On the amorous verge,
Armoured and regretful,
When quietly it tip-toes,
Like dew-fall on rustic sheds.
An ethnic cloud
Amid the waves of flames
Tyrant for a moment
[At once salient and shunned]
A wind-swept whisper,
Rather ignored; “I’ll be back”
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