" Shari" Cladded

By Atish Chattopadhyay

You stand at buss stand, "shari " cladded

Not so slim

Hairs flying in the wind of spring time

Drops of sweat just appeared on forehead and chick

You are carrying you in a shari, embodying the beauty

I see you

Many a day there

I go to my work place

Returned back to home

But you stay in me

In me within

I wait to see you again

"Shari "cladded

Thinking all the time

And neglecting the presence of me.....

By Atish Chattopadhyay