BORDER-CROSSING
you can’t cross the border in the morning
then she forgets salt
or put it twice in curry
water remains to be filled up for drinking
you leave for office in a hurry
without glancing thru the headlines
you miss the daily routine train
friends leave without you
you fail to participate
in arguments, be it cricket or politics
your chance to play card is also lost
attendance register is marked red
you feel a shortage of good reasons
before x-ray eyes of friends
your eyes search for your toe-nails
but the mind always looks for
something beyond the routine
like a caged bird
to spread wings to blue sky
all the moments’ hours daily
Rajkumar@Kolkata
24-05-2009
Rajkumar Mukherjee
Rajkumar Mukherjee
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