I retired late that evening
with vintage paper
on the frail breast,
Having thou on it.
As I was stepping towards
the dark pitch night
I heard a rhapsodic voice
macadamized the way for me
And I carried on with my walk
like a formless stupor.
I was a long way from my abode then
Barefooted, having loincloth
on the very flesh,
I was ready to cross the threshold
of my new life,
Oh!
Was it real or just a hallucination?
Rajdeep Bhattacharya
October 5, 2009 (1:11 pm)
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