Dusk - Sudiptaa Bhattacharya The sky, Change its form. I sit alone, On a roof by norm. Just as a ritual, As they fly casual. They are the birds, That passed, bidding adieu, To the day.
March
-Sudiptaa Bhattacharya
March, was a time of joy-
A time of birth, a time of ripe,
A time of celebrating New age.
What is the present feeling then?
Do I feel void or even more embraced-
Did you depart-
Or is it just a shell,
that broke to shower even more.
Why did I cry -
For your new embrace,
Or for your newly alaram.
Do I feel void-
Or the Void is you-
You did not depart.
The Soul resurrected
to eternity and beyond!
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