Lunge...
Lunge
towards the effluent Sun...
Away
Away
Far far
away
From
this bovine darkness.
You
have seen palmy days.
You
have seen light dance.
You
have seen how butterflies
Pander
to whims of flowers...
You
have finished half cup.
Reminisce,
you had your pap.
Have to
finish another half --
May be
it's stodgy, may be not...
Do not
renege,
Don't
abnegate...
Run...
Run... Run...
You
have a rendezvous with sun...
Mull
over how light
Let the
resolute door of night
Burn…
Look,
how the sun creeps into the murky den…
Real
fun…
Don’t
demur,
Just
run…
Samita CHATTOPADHYAY
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