|| Indian Peregrination || by Suchetana Biswas

Madding Crowd

Those ecstasies in the city lights My heart is aching anyway, Mazes and the crowd, I still can’t find you. After all these letters , sick is my dying day These letters for you – I can’t find the letter box , though. Tell me , how to find you Out of this madding crowd?

These poems for you , these all songs Mad is me , and my blood and ink Far , far away is you , some thousand miles Yet , you in my head . Never to forget your summer smile , But you buried mine Here I , still can’t stop dreaming Us-holding hands , Far , far from this madding crowd.

If I someday see you again , Some July, Will you not sit with me At a diner? Just to talk sweet Now , again I dream , You , reading my letters I , holding your hands Far , far from this madding crowd.

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