We Few…#5


Kalbaisakhi had stricken around nine followed by the rain

Around twelve, after a gap of an hour or so, there was another spell

The breeze is now moist, calm; stars have started shining.

(But) this poem is not for those who finding solace but for who trying to

The ones who finding out satisfaction in any mean–cigarette, joint, drink, masturbation…

The ones who are sleeping to be awake soon; whose eyes are sleeping but soul not

This poem is to the melancholic ones; to the lorn tired hearts

Kolkata, how was your day…


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