FORGETTING

 

The wind howls and bangs at my shut door

The rain takes off her yellow raincoat

Her infinite rain-soaked dreamy eyes

Syllables of fear, love, and tenderness

Crumpled times, we voyage through

A long night and fatigue,

Swallowed black fugitive clouds

We see an open wound

Our shadows running into the rainy winds

We rub shoulders, we walk to the edge of silence

This endless circling, madness wrapped in rain

You and I, love fall to dust...

Asoke Kumar Mitra

Publicado en la revista Raven Cage Zine 49