The Untold Poem by Pallab Chaudhury
The Untold
The words in the distant past
Are the residents of a silent city.
The mysterious remote call makes them
To land off with a supersonic flight…
A shadow-less straight-travel
Over the gigantic ocean
In a moon-lit night.
He, who knows, can only
Make a new address for them.
The sleep-less cyber run-way
In the attic watches over-night…
The sky is being washed
By the light shower of the night.
The tips of coconut leaves
Bear the last autumn rain drops
With LED display light…
For whom, to be awaited, has not yet reached!
The eye is only ranging the distant horizon…
(Dated: 19-10-2017) .
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5/9/2024 10:19:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Mysterious calls come back up to us by waves of memories. The words in the distant past are the residents of a silent city. Autumn raindrops amaze mind entirely. Imagery drawn in this poem is really very interesting.10
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