In that orange afternoon I first saw you
breathed you
at that moment I knew 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,
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 loved me too.
I don’t know but I do know
that day I first scented
the coming of the Spring.

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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. Stories and Poems published all around the world. Two poetry books published and one novel in process of publication.

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