Why are you looking at so many watches? It was time when I knocked on the door. Thinking if today is the last day of life, not talking, not seeing, not holding the button of the shirt. Actually the last time of life is not today, it is always yesterday. Today is just an effect of feeling. This is what color the water is before you take a sip. How many people are talking around. You hear knock knock knock.
Today is the first time to depart from the balcony. As the poet said, ‘Whenever we meet again, I will say straight cut: ‘Love’ at the first opportunity.
That’s why I wish poets long life. I tell them about myself. As I wrote the last part with him. “I’m not saying I have to love, I want someone to open the door of my house from the inside”.
Two Bengali poems by poet Nirmalendu Guna were being read in a jalsa. And history was written that day. Cinderella forgot one of her shoes.
