What I Learnt from You

by Prof. Jaydeep Sarangi

My leaves blush in green
As you touch my body
Laden with red fruit.
Before you search for the other
It vanishes into the melting air.

You remain blotted
In a homely kitchen.
As a poem
Of several images
Burn your pains.

You, dear you,
Why are you silent
When the river turns into a gutter?
Enough. Time is ripe.

Take it from me, It is you
Who goaded me to
Show my back.

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