With some birds
Some tiny flowers
And some unuttered words
I presented me to you
And apathetically you refused
But my agony was gleaming
On your eye-lids to illuminate me
Anxiously I was only
Counting the pulses of time
Suddenly you expressed aggressively -
'Where is your poem in this exhibition?
What I want might be got from that.'
Believe
I realize a poet in me
Tapas Baidya
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