Basab Mondal |
Obituary
Dew,like embers
spark and vanish,on the
green undergrowth, which is
bathed by the slanting light
of the half-eaten moon.
The puddle of hope
hiding deep in the
murky diaspora of my broken heart,
tries to break,the shackles
of obscurity.
But dissolves
in the palimpsest of time.
***
The call
I try to comprehend
what the bees
murmur to the flowers.
The nectar being robbed,
the flowers dance
unperturbed.
Staring at my,
small terrace garden
feasty with bright foliage,
I love cleaning my false eyelashes
trying to become
a vagabond at heart.
***
Bio: Basab Mondal, is a teacher by profession who has unbridled love for literature.He writes poems in English and Bengali.He writes to satiate his own inner-self.His poems have been published in several little magazines and anthologies.
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