Asoke Kumar Mitra writes

SONG OF CROSSROAD

Remembering you wrote letters…
Described the situations, you said
Will back home soon,
Days, week, a fortnight, months gone
It’s going to be ten months,

No letters, no phone calls,
Last time wrote from Paris
Dated May 13, 2014

Waiting for you at breakfast table,
Empty chair, half empty glass
How long? This silence…

At the crossroad of sleepless nights
I am listening to my own heart beat
My own song…
With a sound of weeping violins
I am sinking in quicksand