The Final Moment - Poem by Suvro Bhattacharya
The night is all around us!
Cloths are not a reality any more!
With the passing wind!
With the tiny movements of the clock!
Within her in house
with her opened door!
And the little master with all his whims and touch making the inroads open for a warm human flood!
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