Poetry from Manik Chakraborty

Middle-aged South Asian man with a mustache, no beard, and a white collared shirt sitting in a wooden chair with a pillow. Flowers and curtains are behind him.

The city was burned down in the Chaitra fire

That night I was sleeping, 

I didn’t know when you came. 

The sky was dark with clouds 

There were tears in Jochna’s eyes. 

The birds of the forest flew away 

The silent night was just a cry. 

That night, I was sleeping, 

I didn’t know when you came

The city burned down in the Chaitra fire

Sad girl’s heart, 

I was asleep, 

I didn’t look back

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