CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR - Circlet

the weariness of sleepless night can give rise to such grief
I know
From a crowd to a blind mob
From sound to a clamorous din
Loke fragments of fire our scorched wings fly
amidst uproarious flames

Timebound like rotational seasons, yet very infallible,
these distresses
They wound me, singe me
yet listen,
They never disappoint me

From the deliverance of fire I have gained immense experience
How the loud lamentation of an inferno which finally
emerges all charred
With the force of absorbed smoke how it flew forth travelling
pilgrims of drenched clouds

And in some grief-ridden morn
Salaged from life's wreckage
Like the joy of sprouting I will once agin rejuvenate





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parjabritto

CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR

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