It beats me.. Nirmal bhattacharya
It beats me
what made you leave me
on the day I was to break open
the gate of your flower garden.
The promise not to be
lost on the way towards each other
We wrote with the rays of the day's last light
by the side of that imagined river's warble.
We opened our cooing eyes.
We went to a almost solitary mall
on a loitering and shopping spree
and came back with our inviolate buys.
Dark clouds were spreading roar
Restless winds were doing all around the bore
Then like a sudden crash of the share market
You came and left at my door a wet and worn basket.
©️ 2021
what made you leave me
on the day I was to break open
the gate of your flower garden.
The promise not to be
lost on the way towards each other
We wrote with the rays of the day's last light
by the side of that imagined river's warble.
We opened our cooing eyes.
We went to a almost solitary mall
on a loitering and shopping spree
and came back with our inviolate buys.
Dark clouds were spreading roar
Restless winds were doing all around the bore
Then like a sudden crash of the share market
You came and left at my door a wet and worn basket.
©️ 2021
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