Trail
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Left there as they were
As orderly he liked them to be
With her heart’s burning fire
She dusts them to keep alive memory.
His shoes make her pine for his feet
She finds him in his hanging shirt
She wouldn’t surrender the years’ treat
Won’t let those times fall apart.
She holds the waves from washing his trail
Does it with a dour commitment
Holding on till she would herself set sail
To be with him in the firmament!
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