|| 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.