Just Before Leaving
Nice, I touched
your loneliness
softiest palm
induced its warm
on your beads
amazing shock
shrieked your glass
broken pieces
stabbed my foot
floor much colored
loved our nagging
you never told
pain is your touching
loneliness bugled
the chaos of clearing
sojourn my palm
gone through the wind
chilled from nights dark
trapped the dew dropp
my whole my beauty-sick whole
put it on your breath
the silence...silently
again touched the Nice
told to myself
I battered your loneliness...
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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