Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2017
The winter is slowly killing her
and me
but on the deck by her side
at the low tide
the river at three is a sparkling glass
feeding a belief
there would be no end of us.
With her on the river Bidyadhari, Nov 5, 2017, 3 pm.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
Please log in to view and add comments on poems