• २०८१ श्रावाण १० बिहीबार

Death of a young man

Goutam Guharoy

Goutam Guharoy

Did anyone want his death?
His last wish could not make mush ripple
But this question

To his mom
He was a desire for kite running
To his fathers
He was relentless blows of the wings of afternoon
To his girlfriends
He was a birds of desert
Fire dropped from his wings
His lips wrote blizzard
Only the dying hours of night was sticky
And he was just a wasted dream
A corpse of desire & death wish.

Goutam Guharoy (Famous writer from west Bengal, India)
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