with different names
Doors all around;
With different names…
From all corners, closed;
Efforts are on, for opening them
one by one
Hurling abuses and curses!
Walls big and huge;
Safe, secure, with different
names…
Of strange food and language;
Talks are on, for breaking them
one by one
With all the dressing weaknesses!
Blind doors and walls with
different names;
Frozen cold on the ground…
Unwilling to warm up;
To break open
Despite the deafening sound!
Walls and doors;
For so long crafted by souls…
With different names;
Cracked in silence
Seen sleeping tired on the
surface!
Finally a feather touch, they
melted
The shell, with different names!
This
poem is dedicated to my elder brother, Sri Sourav Sen, an English teacher at
Birla High, Kolkata on his birthday (22-April).
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