You Will Come Again

 From the parched bosom of

Kaliganga

Came flying some grains of hot sand

 I am waiting there near the Beutha shore

Fluttering fragrant handkerchief of love

         You will come again

 Trampling the fire of Chaitra

 To poetry.

 Towards mischief of poetry holding to subtle beauty

  Towards life.

 Finally

 You came holding the rim of silence

 Wet in emotion

Shedding belligerence towards poetry

                 For years fathomless

 Neither of us are poetry

 But every life is embellished in poetry
Your advent in this world

Erases sin, hardship, filth and drought.

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