The leaves that fell in
last night's storm
wept to sleep
like hungry children
News ink
bicycle bells
As I sip my tea
and my Kolkata awakes
Kanchenjunga is
Turning Golden
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Those days
Those days
Toy
Ces't la vie
Green
" I long to sleep .. to sleep
but you must dance "
but you must dance "
lonely
night
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love the contrast of imagery punctuated by the news ink and the bicycle bells... the leaf falling felt like a dream in the jarring reality of the rest of it.
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