Memories


​A tired pen waited tonight
And few blank sheets in dismay
For my city that sat behind
Raining on me your name all day.

When tears dried from my eyes
The night spent few of its own
And wrote those verses tonight
When my pen denied to go on.

And I kept thinking all this time
Soaking in my city’s rain
Do your town too in guise of drops
Bring my name to you again?

© Arindam Dey

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