mute fluteA Poem by poddar kushalMute flute
Welcome. Please have a drink on the porch, Welcome, dear evening. Beg your pardon for slurred voice. Pardon the gathers of moist On my black eyes. The flickering darkness of the forest, Mutely lifts its face towards a deathly moon. “Soon! Wait shall be over soon!” Cries a nocturnal bird’s flight
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19 Reviews Added on February 25, 2008 Last Updated on February 25, 2008 Authorpoddar kushalkolkata, India, IndiaAboutlife and trying to earn bread made me an advocate. mad at my own stressful self, turned to writing. poems mainly. but, there are several short stories published in my mother toungue 'bengali'.i live i.. more..Writing
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