Orange
In that orange afternoon I first saw you
Breathe you
And at that moment I know you are the woman.
After the sleepless nights the scent of you
Made me love life again
Remove those naked shadows on wall
Paint them for once with happiness
I remember, your silent footsteps
The smell of your lips on my sun burnt dry lips
I can even see the orange skirt of yours
Through the window the afternoon sun came and fell on your face
Perhaps you smiled
Perhaps you too loved me
I don't know but I do know
That day I first smelt
The coming of the Spring.
Subhadip Majumdar
Subhadip Majumdar is a writer poet from India. He is certified in Creative Writing from University of Iowa.He also edited for a long time a reputed Bengali poetry journal. Wrote a short novel as Tumbleweed writer in Shakespeare and Company, Paris.Two poetry books published and one novel in process of publication. Books published on Van Gogh from New York and a Short Story Collection available in Ebook in amazon.
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