Twenty years apart

Sangeeta Mukherjee (Kolkata)

Red is still my favorite color The blue was only yours Twenty years apart…. Side to side again in the train room Suddenly everything turned upside down.

That day Neelambari in blue saree I am in slippers dress

And in the hand of red polash I see you are colorful

Smile in the eyes, happiness in the heart You looked very good in the frame of glasses, with your grey hair.

Emotional mind asking how are you Suddenly that familiar ringtone in your phone, Will we meet again? Is this not the last meeting…”

Twenty years apart…. That familiar voice whispering to the ear, Upset fear inside the mind Why does this still happen to you!