when the clouds dance 14

when the clouds dance

Sharmishtha Basu is an unemployed artist, writer who is out to test her works, eager to meet publicists, literary agents, publishers and gallant, generous readers, to see if they can help her to build an “unorthodox” career, a path followed by many before, some has been blessed with success, most have not, let us see what you make of her attempts! A failure or success- it all depends on you. These are pieces from her book, the book is available on createspace and amazon- It is a collection of poems and black and white illustrations to go with them. Some are photographs, others paintings, cyber sketches mainly.

When the clouds dance

She folded her palms
asked for forgiveness
standing on the edge
gathering the courage
to take another step
and let everything go
tired of everything
wounded by everyone.

Suddenly the sun showed up in full glory
birds started to sing his praises.
She saw only flowers, butterflies around
and she felt something near her feet.
Looking down she saw a small fawn
deserted by mom licking her feet,
Gently she picked the tiny fawn up,
held it to her bosom and returned.

1.7.09, Garia, Kolkata



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