Thursday, December 31, 2015

Farewell the fifteenth

The blank page awaits me
With a new cover this time
Awaiting scars on its breasts
And my kisses and spilt wine.
The same pages to be rewritten
Like old wine in a new glass
Tales that ended up in bins before
And lines from papers crushed.
Here goes the last lines of mine
Etched in fifteenth year
The year's been a faithful friend
And the next too be such dear.

©Chandrajit Mitra