New Haven

The blue sky with clouds is my favorite pass time.

This morning it was gray–yellowish one.

I look at it & felt an orphic feeling.

Where’s the sky…though it was grey

Where’s the clouds…though it was cloudy…

The masons have arrived…started working…

Brick by brick…they are fixing with cement…

Splashing water to strong the bond…

Carrying on head bricks from downstairs…

A bit of sky getting steal every beat

On the grave of the past…


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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