my voice tries
to find your songs....
I am absent in your lips
I am in exile

I ask freedom
tortured me in my dreams.......

Wind ties knot in your long hair
tonight my voice will sing your song
wounded, drunken city again made me a man alone
I am turning to moon and rain again and again
moon gave me shelter
rain touched my eyes
I ask freedom
I
am
a stranger
to one
and all...........



(C)asoke kumar mitra, march 8.2015...21:40 ,India,Kolkata