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| Rakibul alam khan |
The Wait
At dawn she would rush to the river
Then to the temple the market and others
The whole day she would be at work
Cooking, washing, sewing, mending, cleaning
Every dirt and grime
And then from nowhere
The flute would play
A lingering note
A melody to make one forget all
Even existence…
She would rush out
Run to the river
To seek the elusive
The player
The creator…
The sky would paint itself
In a thousand hues
The river adorn
A rainbow palette
The trees would come to life
Swaying rustling whispering
A divine fragrance of unknown forest flowers
The river gently would embrace the shores
Balancing two ends in a wondrous curve
And she would sit and wait
Work undone
Duties forgotten
For what
For whom
She didn’t know…
The eternal wait
A lifetime of waiting…
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| Supatra Sen, Ph.D. |
Supatra Sen, Ph.D., alumnus of Presidency College and Ph.D. University of Calcutta is an Associate Professor with 125 academic publications in Botany and Environment. She is the founder and Chief Editor of an ISSN peer-reviewed multi-disciplinary journal ‘Harvest’. She has two poetry anthologies, ‘My Autumn Sonata’ and ‘Sojourns in Autumn’.
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