Shukdeb Mazumder
Don't come, dear, never to be found again,
come again and again
like sponty rain
in the rainy season, to remove my pain!
In an immense gap of your abnormal absence
I see through my feeling lens-
a sorrowful sense
rises- turning me into a person very tense.
When nowhere you are in my sight restless
a lunatic loneliness
grasps me always,
sometimes a ghostly shadow of yours plays.
Come, dear, with a stay and no hurriedness
and let it bless
me, in a wilderness
to generate some never-to-be-forgotten days.
© Dr. Shukdeb Chandra Mazumder
22-07-2022
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