Invitation by Partha Banerjee

Why I really don’t know

From morning mist to evening snow

Wait for me, wait for my call

To visit me any day anytime any where


Since then I have shifted my home

From mountain top to barren sea shore

Sand is everywhere from

Nearby road to my solitary bedroom


I need not to call them to have feast with me

Even though they all know I’ll wait for them

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