— By Suman Chatterjee
It is always behind the stage,
with no name, no trace.
Although you’ve felt its touch,
In an early morning shower,
While alone on top of a tower,
Under a bright sun.
The face changes, the smell disappears,
Why to put it in a tent?
Let it belong to a dream
Far from everything mundane.
Still you need it very close
Once all the light-drops dry up,
Just when you cross the turn
After a wrong kiss or thunderstorm.
Just a sight, and it flies
To a sky you’ve never explored
On a canvas you haven’t imagined
In a rhythm you haven’t enjoyed.
You may not care,
Or prefer a different conclusion,
Still, please, don’t give it a tag,
It’s a third person.
One Reply to “Third Person”
Very nice bole to puro chumu. Jotil bisoy kaka ! hridoyer durbolotom jaiga theke uthe asa ak ononyo onubhuti.