Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Adreyo Sen- A Poem

Age is a severely loving artist.
The body is its canvas.
It frees flesh of its smooth banality
and stamps upon its now-alive material serrated poetry,
little peaks that are a daughter's embraces -
and yet larger crevasses that are her increasing absences.

Yet, the weary joy in your father's eyes
will always defeat Age's artistry.

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