Fragrant days of autumn

Chariot of clouds at dusk

Here the clay goddess come

Carries all my songs


The golden touch of her feet

Makes my joy to shine infinite

Birds sing in the morning

And the whispers of the wind

Flutes sound and the laughter


After four days—


Memories swirling into nowhere

Plunged into a sea of silence…





© Asoke Kumar Mitra, 2019
Illustration Nick Victor

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