Poems by Asoke Kumar Mitra
STAIN OF THE RAIN...In your eyes me a fugitive rebel
The summer's gone, silence in the air
Tomorrow it's going to rain
Teardrops from the sky
We met as strangers
We looked into each other's eyes
We have shared song of the rain
Melodious rhythm
We raise our arms to the sky
The wild fragrance of rain
Passions swirled in our loneliness
We become stranger again
In our palm only the stain of rain...
FOUR DAYS of GODDESS...Birds sing in the autumn air
The golden touch of your feet
My clay goddess carries all my songs
Four days of joy, laughter, and prayers
Memories swirling into thousands of words
Plunged into the waves of the Ganges
With a promise to come back again...