To the PsychriatistA Poem by poddar kushal
To the psychiatrist---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tell her who is resting on your couch, A cliché we live Spread amid the movements of planets, Satellites and stars. A cliché to live on and on, long Without solution. Her ear never hears such chants of days. Trivial days of life. There is a lonely road of cold dirt Somewhere in our heart. Somewhere a single bud of white flower Held in a lean hand Of a boy who sells mundane flowers To foreign tourists. Doctor, send her a life with hands Of friends still to be Lost in oblivion of fences and Cartographer’s dreams.
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23 Reviews Added on March 26, 2008 Last Updated on March 27, 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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