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Prasanta Kumar Chatterjee

Abstract Classics Fantasy


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Prasanta Kumar Chatterjee

Abstract Classics Fantasy


Sometimes

Sometimes

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Sometimes my mind

Talks to a hornbill

Who lives in the forest

Beyond the tall hill.


Sometimes my eyes

Watch the blue sky,

Which is so wide

And where the birds fly.


Sometimes I smile

Just to show my teeth,

And to relish

A little more breath.


Sometimes I break

The routine of chores,

And just to earn fun

I mingle with the bores.


Sometimes I resile

To cross the bump

And to prove

That I’m not a grump.


Sometimes my puzzled hornbill

Just silently stares at me,

And I realize, the incoherence

Of all that I try to see.


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