Thursday, March 22, 2012


A perfect wind-tossed August day,
After weeks of incessant rain;
The sun shines on the moss-laden way,
And yet this soft and nagging pain:

Everything seems to be incomplete,
No past glory feels quite the same;
The wind resonates with phantom feet,
And whispers a still remembered name.

Diptesh Ghosh

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