In My City

Poem By Subhadip Majumdar

A half moon and a garaged rickshaw
The stop beneath the silent bridge
And the last tram passes away with midnight bells.
Sometimes I roam there
The city my own city where now I am a stranger
The scent of flowers the magazine stalls or the old man sleeping in the pavement
And I will whisper a bit of childhood a bit of youth
Like a bit of Sunil a bit of Ginsberg..

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