Pradip Chattopadhyay (28.01.1961 / Kolkata)
Kisses In The Air
Dust laden and bare,
The wall is growing high,
I’m throwing my kisses in the air,
Where unresponded they lie.
I’m touching my hand on my lip,
The void is growing cold,
They only come in the sleep
As dreams of the worn and old.
I’m dying to get close,
The boat is getting away from the shore,
My breaths are stopping under my nose,
They can’t blend with hers anymore.
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