Shukdeb Mazumder
In a winter morning with
a smoky cup of coffee in her hand
and a bit of smile on her face
a fugitive fraind of mine
created in my mind a musical band.
The members of the band-
my eyes, nose, ears, skin, mouth, mind- all-
that are now playing their music
like The Rolling Stones, keeping me awake
in my feelings all day and night long.
Spring will come soon
but I know the fog of that winter
will consume the season awe-inspiring
bringing to me a 'black hole sun'-
not able to remove the muscular mist.
Her short presence with
intense excitement has created a space-
a long absence of hers.
© Dr. Shukdeb Chandra Mazumder
22-11-2022
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