TWO POEMS
Pronab Kumar Majumder
MISTAKE
It was mild breeze
Passing across me
I thought you whispered
A word for me
Intently I kept on waiting
Lest I miss a moment
Moments added up
To make the hour of leaving
But no more did I commit
A mistake mistakenly.
I am near the hour of Sundown
The earth gradually puts on dark gown,
Ever youthful and smiling as you are
Will be shining as nocturnal star,
Would you for me light a Candle?
My soul would carry the love’s mantle —