Lovely Spectre Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Lovely Spectre

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Remember those days?
You used to hold my hand lest you fall.

Look at the creeper—
how it coils upward,
the same apprehension,
the same fear of falling.

Nature's instinct:
to rise,
to cling,
to hold the sky in its bosom

with remarkable depth
and clarity.

Lovely spectre.

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