Bohemian Soul
Unused cassettes in cupboards old Second hand books with stories untold Now forgotten, but once lifted your soul Pass them all to me. Out of fashion clothes lost in corners of closet Middle seats in airplanes that you so hate Bread sides which often you eliminate Give them all to me. The horrid summer heat you despise Brings for me orange mangoes and bright skies A wilted rose which in a vase dies Pressed in my notebook, lives. The ones who don't find a home Share a room with my bohemian soul Together, we make our halves full And life goes on in glee. Artwork by: Tanmayee Chakraborty