Suvro Bhattacharya Poems

Butterfly oh yes!
she feels the pain agony the sorrow
for yesterday today and tomorrow!
she conceives all all the sin
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Who are you?
She pushed me
beyond doubt....
Who is she!
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In this world! Man!
I need space; a little
peace a little grace!
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I've walked through
many loves
some; my friend's
some; my own
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'LOVE THY SEX!
SEX YOUR LOVE!

WHERE IS THE CHOICE!
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She was on the edge of her emotion!
No; not in the well of a void!
But in the abyss of
the truth,
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It was not the midnight drill,
Nor any dream necked in blue.
People may cover their own defense,
When night becomes true.
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During the monsoon, all my raindrops drag me
Towards the fast lane of memories.
Taking all the skies and the stretched blues.
Feeling not like the dead warriors
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she was talking in undertone
like the old hermits of the
Buddhist Monastery
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Poetry is the wave
drenching the sea-shore!
Sea-gull hovering overhead!
Poetry is lilack
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