Debanjan Dhar (14.6.1989 / Calcutta)
The Sun Finds You
Maybe I’ll stumble on a way out of you
Maybe you’ll agree there was a way to blue
Maybe there’s a time to show you by your hands
Where I have been
Blue sun guards the dusk and by the fence
Waits an old man to tell you a few tales...
…Tales from your chest in the attic
Tales that kept a part of you static
Maybe there’s a time to see the walls rise
See the heavens narrow down
Blue Sun finds you
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