Shadow ( Post COVID19 )
_ S.B. ( Saptarshi Basu )
Time has gone by , fast forward mode
The world back to its normal senses
Buses puffing smoke as he walked towards his office.
There's a fresh coating everywhere,
Yet the shadow have not left him.
A thick layer of dust has gathered to welcome him,
Along with the old dried leaves which have fallen.
Old , few new faces across the street corners
Yet the shadow have not left him.
He coughs a bit as he settles in ,
The new air not so fresh anymore.
A strange sense of drifting clutters him
Like a sailor who looks back to his home
While moving far away.
Yet the shadow have not left him.
The shoe size of the shadow misfits him
The shirt dandling a bit more on a pale structure,
Of the shadow.
He looks for a moment till he recognises the shadow ,
Of his father
The Pandemic has created holes in our heart.
Yet the shadow have not left him.
_ S.B. ( Saptarshi Basu )
Time has gone by , fast forward mode
The world back to its normal senses
Buses puffing smoke as he walked towards his office.
There's a fresh coating everywhere,
Yet the shadow have not left him.
A thick layer of dust has gathered to welcome him,
Along with the old dried leaves which have fallen.
Old , few new faces across the street corners
Yet the shadow have not left him.
He coughs a bit as he settles in ,
The new air not so fresh anymore.
A strange sense of drifting clutters him
Like a sailor who looks back to his home
While moving far away.
Yet the shadow have not left him.
The shoe size of the shadow misfits him
The shirt dandling a bit more on a pale structure,
Of the shadow.
He looks for a moment till he recognises the shadow ,
Of his father
The Pandemic has created holes in our heart.
Yet the shadow have not left him.