SOMA BHOWMIK
White is the blend of all colours
I can see it all and it’s not a lie.
Don’t sit near my bed and cry
I am not there, I did not die..
I am relieved of all my Grief
I am sleeping deep in a sunken ship
I am there as a dew drop on your garden’s flower
I remain in those rain shower
I am a shining star in the lonely night
I am the thread of that flying kite
I am a flying bird in the empty sky
I am right beside , I did not die…
By: Soma Bhowmik