Aneek Chatterjee You In a faraway land I search for words, in boulevards, by-lanes when you evolve In my native village green paddy fields swing in air, sunshine when you evolve In my birth I first felt you, in school my verse carried you to earth in a cloudy morning, in march Syllabus in college was you; syllables you, And in a busy office, the wooden desk, unknown file, you In near and far In paddy fields, and boulevards, in birth and daily death, only you evolve
Outsider Fresh sapling in between stones, outsider, looking up to feel the sun. The sun is an outsider too, here in this planet. I don’t have that charisma, I don’t have that energy,
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