Late in the night the buzz
of a mosquito disturbs
my thoughts of you…
Sound of a truck intrudes
chirps of imagined birds
in my pastoral mind.
Early morning nip
in the air reminds
of what still remains.
Someone who sleeps in
my room weeps of someone
whose absence burns bright.
Inside a microchip
a warmongering
world debates my fate.
So many Kashmirs
evaporate from so
many tempers of my skin.
Dr. Amit Shankar Saha
Illustration Nick Victor
Dr. Amit Shankar Saha
Assistant Professor (English)
Seacom Skills University
Co-founder, Rhythm Divine Poets
http://rhythmdivinepoets.blogspot.in
Media Chairperson, IPPL
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Blog: http://amitss6.blogspot.in
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Author of “Balconies of Time” and “Fugitive Words”