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The Painting
At night I saw a beautiful painting
I checked again and again
my nerves were responding to
my breathes were heavy
it's an old painting of mine
fixed on the wall on the corridor
the Banyan tree with a shadowy trunk.

I recalled an image, old but beautiful
bamboo trees surrounding the muddy
the afternoon with a flavour of night
who resides here? a village lady
with a dark bare body, shy and weak
truth of the country!

No doctor, no shop, no electricity
who knows the future of this place
flowers were there, a teen with her brother
I was crossing the Banyan
the narrow path became more narrow
is it possible for them to sustain
here?

An wind crosses, the bamboo trees speaks- need to help?
I remained silent, not knowing the future
crossing the Banyan, the lights came after
We and I, the ugliest combination
the future and I, the Banyan & she!
still there, living with the bamboos.

© debashishbhattacharya

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