Poetry from Maniq Chakraborty

Middle aged South Asian man with short dark hair, a ring on his finger and a watch on his wrist, seated in an office with desks and plants.

The stars of the eyes are dense fog

In the stars of the eyes, 

the dewdrops are accumulating in the dense fog, 

I am losing my way in the darkness, 

I am crossing the Indus. 

The stars of the blue sky are searching for dreams in the folds of the clouds, 

I am looking for a life without a life. 

In the middle of the road, at the end of the day, 

my body and soul are helpless, 

The song is lost from my voice due to pride.

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