• Published : 29 Feb, 2016
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Aye musafir! Where are you gone?

In the haste where you left me?

On your desk I was renowned.

I am losing my depth O Musafir!

There is no one here to see

my crisp nip which no more moves.

 

Aye Musafir! I can’t spot you.

Somewhere the story so heroic is subdued.

The world is moving but I am paused, 

as I wait for my armed knight, 

to grasp the old weapon he owned

and allow me to profusely bleed.

 

Aye Musafir! You are inviolable.

Though I am not a clairvoyant

but I can see you ahead with pride.

I mince and not sugar coat my verse.

My journey might end but you mustn’t wail.

A start I was but not the end of your tale.

 

Based on the protagonist of A Thousand Unspoken Words by Paulami Duttagupta

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