Love Lane
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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As the bus turned at the bend
he saw the lane diverging from the road,
empty, silent, inviting.
He felt a pang
for at the end of that long winding path
was a house
in it a woman
waiting her fate
of the day’s loneliness
in simmering dream
of the night’s union!
He sighed at the fleeting thought
went his way
of enduring another day!
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