Sunday Poetry By Supatra Sen

Lost Stories

The centurion home Crumbling walls, shattered panes Giant cracks gaping crevices Fading colours, creaking doors Housing stories None will know

The child-bride of nine Dolls and playhouse In her alien world Deceiving time The lonely widow Her back to light The mighty texts And endless nights…

The man Never at rest From pillar to post In unending quest The senior father A man of nerve For the likes of him All a mirage

The young nephew Always on the run Money, fame and love All or none And the bespectacled girl Dreaming big Of standing tall Without fear of fall

So much for repair Yet abundant lost Colours refreshed Stories gone… Most replaced Some survive The precious outlive As the soul immortal In a transient life

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