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| Jaydeep Sarangi |
By Jaydeep Sarangi
The gusty wind swept away kidsplaying, little tricks, all dreams.
Winter road crowd with men and waiting
to catch the late night train to another town.
Shadows prevail. Men move behind a border,
the keys they turn
create a door. It rains
with dazzling minds and blazing flashes in the sky.
The traffic river has a flow
creating whispers from the leaves green
of small mango trees behind my house here
before the walls hiding houses. Doors deep.
I feel a sense of edge, craft my wings
of being part and yet apart.
There are ever grounds to cover
in every season, month by month
My life is winter road. She left me alone.
Storm clouds pile, cloud on cloud
sometime clouds rain, some die with the thunder.
I keep my spirit within my Sunday clothes,
a certain poetry of moments. Love beyond love.
