Subhadip Majumdar Poems

Drenched

Often beneath the Lighthouse

Where the mystery ends and the magic starts... more »

In My City

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... more »

The Bell Tools Again

Again the bell tolls. Somewhere far away from a distant Church. The cold winds pass and the feet sinks into the fallen leaves within the ornamented flowers and the scattered petals on the brown soil.... more »

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