Sunday Wordsmiths By Samik Sen

Sunday Palette

1

Like a raindrop on a green leaf A silent word is lost in the traffic noise As soon as the word Like a sapling lifts its head You have to hasten to the music class... You surprised me by smashing that word Like a time-worn tune while crossing the zebra line With sunshine upon your feet....

2

Culling my pain from pent up rain I strive to lose, not to gain But you my love like a bird that flies Far above the lilies and lies Have made me a room Of desire and gloom And I like a cloudlet That has lost the sky Have sunk rather low And for nothingness cry

3

Teasing out life from the emptiness of the glass Have fallen from the glory to the mud called mass I am He says the book Come to my hut to have a look I languish in the dreams that cry for rain And keep on babbling to escape my pain.

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