Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Dreamers still..

When Mr love once knocked on these doors
I opened them with creaking hesitancy
To eyes full of wrinkles and skin in shackles
You’ve come a generation late I said
In bespectacled smile of my toothless sing song
Tidy up your hair he said...

© 2010 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury

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