The Lovers

 By Soma Debray

The two walked hand in hand.

They stopped awhile,

Embracing under the great Banyan tree

That lay upturned;

Or was it an apple tree? 

Hope and Hurt.

The booming voice questioned:

“Who has poisoned Man first?

Who has raked the autumn leaves

Till the soil, black and thick,

Flows down the river of blood

Beyond generations?”

Pitter patter.

Pitter patter.

Night dawns to day

As Hurt desires Hope.

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Soma Debray, Assistant Professor in English, Narajole Raj College, West Bengal, lives in a constant state of wonder at all the possibilities life has to offer. She enjoys being a woman lapping up the challenges of womanhood. Writing for her is a joyride she waits to happen.

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