Waltz With West Sun




She giggle

when I breathe on her


She laugh when

I get into her…west sun

waltz with her pleasure



She has been

long gone far away.



to wash away…west sun

waltz with the blue ache




on table. Hand that will

pull the trigger

writing this

epitaph…west sun

waltz with conclusion

In response to Thursday Photo Prompt by Sue Vincent (Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo)



From Poet’s Desk:

It’s a sort of hybrid poem mixing Shadorma with Slice of Life poem pattern.

By Sangbad

A poet, an author, a reviewer--in one word I'm a literaturist (means one who is trying almost everything that Literature is made of). My books are available at Amazon. I'm a Bengali, born and raised in Kolkata, West Bengal.


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