Fossils

Supatra Sen

A pile of old letters

Words on frayed pages

Shoved in the darkness of a cluttered closet

Buried in the crevices of mind

Till suddenly a gust of wind

Lays bare all

Doors flung open

Wounds gaping wide

The routine tossed

And the wild

Unleashed…

Eighteen

And dreams

Fire

And steel

Fossils now…

Those that went

With me

In those pages…

2 Comments

  • Sambhu Nath Banerjee

    Reply June 27, 2021 |

    Old memories come alive- Living Fossils

  • Sambhu Nath Banerjee

    Reply June 27, 2021 |

    Old memories come alive through your piem- Living Fossils

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