shreya chatterjee

Rookie (8.6.1985 / kolkata)


Eyes no more close to sleep
I hear the groaning
Pagan voice,
Neither it speaks of it pains-
Nor it calls out my name,
It calls for someone lost in tide…
It calls for friends lost in night…
Pagan drums beat in rhythm
Cauldrons heating the day’s feast…

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