Nights here are without dream
You offer roses distilled
From your blood
This evening passionately wipes the shadow
The salty taste of tears
Your heart plays softly
You dump silently
The grief in your lips
Time stood still
You smiled and whispered
Bounced up into spring of dream
You a silent language of the wind
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Born 1950, from Kolkata, India, studied at Hindu school and St. Xavier’s College, Kolkata.
Asoke Kumar Mitra is a retired journalist and editor of “CALCUTTA CANVAS” and “INDUS CHRONICLE”.He is a bilingual poet. He has contributed to various anthologies published in India and abroad. His poems are translated into several languages.
Asoke has also authored two books of poetry, Savage Wind and Song of Pebbles. Photography, paintings and poetry are his passions. He believes poetry is a pure language game of inner soul and inspiration from human emotions.