Mapping A Poet's Mind

by Prof. Jaydeep Sarangi

On the days of the falling autumn leaves

I see your face in watery memories.

My river has a reckless flow.

My thoughts hang in the air

to see you again and again.

Home or no home, after certain uffs.

You draft my vision, craft

My wooden boat and set it to sail

in the dark passage of the map.

On the pages, I pen

My dreams in a leafy silence.

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