mercredi 18 juin 2014

A poem from Samita CHATTOPADHYAY (Bengal, India) : IT’S COMPLICATED.


Every day I die;
I take birth each moment.
The trice is potent;
Pregnant with a tick;
That too is a mother –
Gives birth to another jiffy!


Long
 
Long
Unending chain…


Why do you wail?
Water that drops from your eyes
Knows that it will wilt in a split second…


Look at those waves…
They are like time;
They levitate
 
And plummet,
But never stop,
Impede…


Teardrops are potent too;
They will give birth to grin;


So smile…
 
And remember
 
Miles to go…


It will change the scenario…


The other name of life is
CHANGE….’


Emily closes the book;
Gets up;
Goes to the porch;
Torches letters
From way back;
Does her hair;
And goes to the theater
With a new wooer


Her hubby regrets…







Samita CHATTOPADHYAY
June 18, 2014

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