Sudip Banerjee Poems

The wait was over,
putting black jacket over,
without letting others near,
I stepped out my room.
...

It was an hour more,
to struck midnight.
The time went slower,
perhaps that night.
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Slowly and Slowly
Events escape freely.
From the hands of time
to the atmosphere silly.
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We plan something
it happens otherwise
we think something
and do something else.
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