Sameer Shankar Dutta Poems

And the lofty flight of mine met with its inevitable fate.
There was the dead end to greet me.The stark dark vacuum.Forced I turned back.On the horizon I saw you still looking at me!

The yellow attire that pronounced your frame was all ablaze,
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In the darkness of drizzle jumping like a squirrel
whose voice is this?

It was just this spring the millipedes mated
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This is the last hill.
This is the last tree of the last spring
This is the melody of the dry leaf
That dropped down last
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