While Walking. Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya
While Walking.
With all of them pain
The delight of them,
That they are there...
Not going somewhere,
Without taking you off the hook.
I just want a simple walk,
To look,
Fresh of the book.
To keep walking
With troubled thoughts
And sweet, pumped up pains
Sometimes heavy, sometimes light
With tiring legs
Looking towards the empty midnight roads.
The traffic lights,
And looking bright,
Fresh with recovering pain.
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