My Sense Poem by Sanjib Saha

My Sense

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I saw the old lady.
she was walking,
walking in the evening.
a stick supports her
in the dark.
dark never touched her.
her weak steps
made me unhappy.

i am entering into the days,
days of my future.
the opaque eyes
never dreams a high hope.
the stick of the lone lady
wanted to show the path.
she is alone,
she is making me alone.

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