remembering, you wrote letters....
described the situation....
you said, will back home soon.....
days, week. fortnight, months gone
its going to be ten months.....
no letters, no phone calls
last time you wrote from Paris...
the date was May 13,2014...
waiting for you
at breakfast table, empty chair.....
half empty glass
how long......this silence....
I am listening my own heart beat
my own song......sinking in quick sand.
(C)asoke kumar mitra.Mar.22,2015 :23.45 India.Kolkata
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
remembering, you wrote letters....
described the situation....
you said, will back home soon.....
days, week. fortnight, months gone
its going to be ten months.....
no letters, no phone calls
last time you wrote from Paris...
the date was May 13,2014...
waiting for you
at breakfast table, empty chair.....
half empty glass
how long......this silence....
I am listening my own heart beat
my own song......sinking in quick sand.
(C)asoke kumar mitra.Mar.22,2015 :23.45 India.Kolkata
lost love
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