Diptesh Augustine Sarkar

The Epilogue - Poem by Diptesh Augustine Sarkar

I saw:
Her alone
sitting on the bed
eleven O'clock at night
on her lap the Bible lay open
she was poring heavily.

I recalled:
Those many evenings
seated across the table
her insinuating smiles
and Song of Solomon
lying open
before us...

The room was locked from inside
I had seen her through the window.
(19th October 2000)

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, May 14, 2012

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