Shukdeb Mazumder
I caught a glimpse of you
in the park-
the view convinced me of something
astonishing-
a boy barbecued with a decorative touch
made by your left hand
was talking to you looking at your face
flying an eagle of eagerness
just like me-
while I felt me suppressed by
the landslide of the mine of my
mutilated mind.
Who was the guy?
Still the question does fly with a long
erosive sigh!
I had a life lived with a great joy
all of which is brutally grotesque now.
Alas! You have forgotten all of my foy.
© Shukdeb Chandra Mazumder
24-10-2023
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