The cosmos descends upon the paddy field
Soumen Chattopadhyay
A starry river of autumn evening descends from the cosmos upon the paddy fields.The dusk's dust floats in the water deluge, with the ashes of naval rooted body adrift. My wonder is scattered, worn out and now exiled here. The withered flowers lie on the cracked earth's breast. In this scene I hear the sound of a discordant note. This image not lost— nor against the flux of life, But a store of the sweat of life drop by drop. The restless waves of the solitary island call out—
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