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MY CHEST OF REST
Durba Mitra

Pain or joy, love or blood,

Tears or moonbeam;

Collected most of them...

Half a century was a tangent curve,

Zero to plus or zero to minus...

But never be stagnant...

Neither too early, nor too late

Have to stoop & count all my pebbles...

But where can I find my nest?

The place I do come upon for rest?

I can lie down on whose chest?

Never did I seek, nor did I find...

The chest had found me out...

Stepped shyly behind me,

A rock of Gibraltar,

A pound of butter,

Taught me how to be in love...

And rest unto my eternal rest!