silence whispers wind;

moon on the monsoon sky

shining on the water

deposited at side of the road.

all day rain has pour

’til the sun set around six.

buried pensive now rising

as the cold breeze slipped

into my low lit room

and waved the pages of

manuscript of biography

to a blank one demanding

warmth of knib & fingers

rejecting coldness of past

for the moment, the night.



16 responses to “…”

  1. Very well written!


  2. Khub bhalo…title ta unique…


    1. Thanks…kichu pelamna tai otai rekhe dilum…

      Liked by 1 person

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