Asit Kumar Sanyal - Thirteenth September

People say …
Thirteen is the unlucky number
But
On this day of September
My wife was born
Today is that auspicious day
I don't know …
She is unlucky or not
She only can express it better
But I guess … she is not
Because
She succeeded to search me out
From the crowd of billions.


Today I can tell you
We are made for each other
And
Mad for each other too
We like to live together
For centuries
Like the pigeon of
Sri Amarnath Cave
But
In the crowd of billions
And
In the heart of millions
To take the real taste of life.

Asit Kumar Sanyal

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