When you first came,
Memories in whisper
Silence grows in our eyes
We grew up together
Our antique sky
Cannot escape
Night falls slowly
Dark comes in
Faraway fragrance
Of wildflower
When you came in the autumn rain
My poems buried in you
Silently washed
All alone in my innocence
Restless dreams come alive...
Asoke Kumar Mitra
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