Dupur Mitra

Rookie - 40 Points (21.11.1981 / Sherpur)

Waiting - Poem by Dupur Mitra

I wait for many things. My lover, dream or revolution. I wait for that boy who once called me dad subconsciously, i wait for that river, where learned how to swim. I wait for that stolen friend, who once said i should be with you all ever.

Sometimes i wait by siting at the bench of a park, sometimes at the rail station or sometimes at the main road where peoples wait for their relatives or others. I wait, because i think, may be, i shall get of those.

I feel good when i wait. May be, i shall never get of those, therefore i wait. Waiting which is like a poison for someone, becoming honey in my life day by day as dream.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 22, 2012

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