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Pradip Chattopadhyay
Poems
Jul 2015
Rupnarayan
the July sun stabs her cheeks pink rose.
where is that wooden bridge
i ask her
some way more
she says
some way more
she never forgets.
the bridge was half finished the last time we came
left us longing what mysteries the other side held.
i think the water has eaten it up
tides are so fatal you know
no way
she says
only some way more
.
then it shows up
six months of wooden planks
six months of waiting
now proudly hanging on the river in spate.
let's go on the other side
she cries
in wind scattered voice
her hand upon my shoulder rests.
her way she never forgets.
a river.
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