Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Adreyo Sen- Two Poems

The Fallen

Years ago, I fell.
When I woke up, I was in a deep pit
and all of me hurt.

I cried for help, but no one could hear me.
For days, I cried.
And then, I began to climb.
And every small foothold made me happy.

I am still in the pit.
Perhaps I'll be there all my life.
But I can feel the sun on my cheeks
and thus it dries no tears.

And even though I am as small
as my most petty weakness 
and thus very small indeed 
and the rocks that surround me are tall and steep,
I know they are made by the same hands
that once eased me to sleep.

Eternal Children

We are as we were
when we were children.
Our long days are ended with a kiss.

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