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Click hereMy sleep that flows like blood
Towards your distant city
Lights a cigarette in the curfew alley
Did you find your nest , bird ?
I'll ever be & this is his poem . Tapas is a mining engineer : having worked his way up from mines & collieries today he is a very senior executive in a Public Sector Coal Mining conglomerate in Kolkata
An amateur poet he is a member of many Poetry circles in Kolkata & attends all those Poetry reading events that Poets have in a Cultural Hotspot like ole' Kolkata !
Lovely, mysterious, Ash. Here's a thought: I would have extended the sonics of the the last line as in
My sleep that flows like blood
Towards your distant city
Lights a cigarette in the curfew alley.
Did you find your nest , (little) bird ?
I have a bias when writing poetry in cyberspace. It's okay to introduce an unfamiliar term because it takes all of 30 seconds to find the meaning of it when you Google it. In this case it was "Bandopadhyay."
Now, maybe you didn't mean this, but I began thinking of karma, and once I did that the imagery of the prior 3 lines unfolded.