A depth adorns the tears
A depth adorns the tears,
that fall when there is rain.
A lightness; that swift foot which
treads past the barren lands of dead grass.
An intoxication; in the indecisiveness
of a four-way cross-road,
A refuge, when you choose
the road that leads to the sea.
A calm, in the roaring waves that pierces
your heart.
Anodyne, the raindrops
That drench you to the bones,
And a new beginning,
under a stranger roof, that
rescued you.
that fall when there is rain.
A lightness; that swift foot which
treads past the barren lands of dead grass.
An intoxication; in the indecisiveness
of a four-way cross-road,
A refuge, when you choose
the road that leads to the sea.
A calm, in the roaring waves that pierces
your heart.
Anodyne, the raindrops
That drench you to the bones,
And a new beginning,
under a stranger roof, that
rescued you.
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Arik Mitra
Arik Mitra lives in Kolkata, India. He has been writing for three years now. He writes mainly short stories and poetry in English and Bengali (mother tongue). His work has been published by Clarendon House Publications, Red Penguin Books, Rosey Ravelston Books-Dyst Journal, Writers and Reader's Magazine and more.
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