Beside You Walks A Woman Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

poems flow like rivers in tide
when she's by your side
and reclines a November afternoon
on the back of the crescent moon!

you tell her stories only for her made
as the birds their weary wings spread
when her face is west borrowed red
and you grab the last flickers before they fade!

you don't talk of love but companionship
as night wears on and comes not sleep
the mangrove smells of long dead shells
with returning tide the river swells!

beside you walks a woman in your mist of tears
a face you hadn't seen over all these years
she's the woman you wonder if you ever knew
a companion a lover one dream forever new!