A poem from Samita CHATTOPADHYAY (Bengal, India) , THE KEY.

I am a nomad.

Traversing unending wilderness…

Give a poetic touch;

Sing a sweet melody;

Kiss on the bruise;

Plant life in the barren soul;

Can you?

Was it all waffle?

Am I prattling?

Or is this travesty?

If you can taper off your imagination,

Look straight at the eyes of reality,

And can learn the art of not being despondent,

You will surely find out the way…

Grey people will feel green on seeing your key…

Samita CHATTOPADHYAY.