Finding Me Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Finding Me



dishevelled hair
unkempt beard
he stood under the tree
away from his herd

he gave a weary yawn
like a frog
snapping open and shut its mouth
without the prey in

he looked a bundle of lost chance
to the point
living seemed a voidful horror

I carried him in my mind

carry him in my mirror

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