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written by: Sunita Paul


Empty homes
And my lame thoughts roam
The deafening silence
Makes me more tensed
The vacuum so vast
Don't know how long will it last
The white blank walls
Where are they all?
The master bed
Where mom last laid
My father's arm-chair
Which is longing for its master's care
All lie bare and deserted
Happiness is defeated
The memories echo in my heart
Now they are my integral part
They all left me and went to rest
In this empty nest

Sunita Paul

Sunita Paul

Author || Editor || Publisher || Conference || Homemaker
Author of six books, editor of 35 anthologies, Founder of AABS PUBLISHING HOUSE KOLKATA, INDIA, Sunita has published some unique books in a span of a year. Receipient of several national and international awards of high distinction Nazi Naman | Indian Awaz | WNWU to name a few, she has attended many international conferences and literary festivals. Sunita has also been organising INTERNATIONAL CONFERENCE ON MULTI DISCIPLINARY RESEARCH, since 2018 and is all set for ICMDR MUMBAI Feb 2020.
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