R.K. Brojen Singh
Journey We Started
‘Today you look so beautiful’, he thought and
Narrated me a story one day, but fail to say something,
Showing his empty hands. I have forgotten the old stories
Which we decided to forget, so I never knock the doors
Doors of full of incidents
Incidents of how we struggled and survived,
And became complex in identity,
But he just smiled and told me
That he is not tired.
We knew the doors in the city are unwelcome
so we continued our journey without rest.
The roads and lanes in the city are poisonous snakes
The buildings are isolated each other with ...