We Few…#6


The wind is whispering breeze

The twelth night moon is veiled by clouds.

The memories of yours, us haunting me

It is happening for last few days, few nights.

Rupai, you are sleeping now I know well

Head on your husband’s chest,

Arms around his neck.

I know you are throbbing with new life.

It’s being long I have seen your round pretty face

I feel I’ll look into those dark blue black eyes

Before I breath last…period…halt…

Kolkata…how…was your…day…

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