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| Courtesy: Poets United |
When
you two fought
you
never knew
how
I burnt
in
your wrath.
I
was a water body,
too
brine to taste.
But
the Kal-boishakhi* days
were
a sweet breeze to me.
For
both of you sang together
those
familiar songs
of
our dear poet.
Though
I dare say
your
voices
were
song-worthy at all.
yet
each note bloomed
in
my heart.
I
still carry their fragrance.
*Violent thunderstorms
in the Gangetic plains of India are locally known as Kal-Baisakhi or Nor'westers occurring from March
till Monsoon establishes over North-East India: Wikipedia
Posted for
Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Parents, Guardians, Significant Adults in the Lives of
Children @ Poets United
