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| Rajorshi Patranabis |
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gleam took over her morosely dabbed eyeline.
"Can you paint my feet red, with blood from your heart?"
I smiled. My grand old man has swung back to action.
"Death ropes our boat of life..."
Not again. The old man has possessed her again.
painted arbitration
crested sweets of misty anomalies
she is mine
As her story struggled to live, my poetry faded to cease.
Shesher Kobita- the last bit of my rhymed livelihood.
"Can you paint my feet red, with blood from your heart?"
I smiled. My grand old man has swung back to action.
"Death ropes our boat of life..."
Not again. The old man has possessed her again.
painted arbitration
crested sweets of misty anomalies
she is mine
As her story struggled to live, my poetry faded to cease.
Shesher Kobita- the last bit of my rhymed livelihood.
Short Bio: Rajorshi Patranabis is a multilingual poet and translator. A wiccan by philosophy he has experimented with different forms of poetry. He has been published in many national and international journals like Setu Bilingual Magazine(US), The Dhaka Review, The Kolkata Cadence etc.He has 4 collections of English poetry, 1 of Bengali and 2 of Assamese translation.
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