Poetry - change of hand
Poet - Jotsna Jari
.
In your Buk-pocket
the imprint of my lips
is still same
Or did you paint little by little
a picture on different canvas
.
After so many years,
you have saved
the spring garden flowers
for me
one by one...
Or those clouds of memory
have become someone else's...
.
In the first rain water
in the smell of wet soil...
you still find me
Or your enhanced love
is scattered on different bed pillow...
How far away you are
The lip print in your Buk-pocket
changes hands
I don't understand yet ...
.
[ N.B :-
In Bengal, the pocket in a man's shirt is close to the chest ... so it is called
Buk-pocket. ]
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©jotsnajari
J