You playing a tune of weeping violin
Sad tears from the eyes
Silently flowing like a tiny river
At a distance playing with the blue ballon
Above the crescent moon
Inside the rubble of time
Buried the forgotten day's shattered dreams left behind
Waves crashing at your feet
And the blue sky beyond
Orphan sounds all around
Wind blows cold
Forgotten days when we walked as strangers...
Asoke Kumar Mitra
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