Poems by Kalparshi Bandyopadhyay

A Face

Every face, unique, distinct
I watch, I study, but it slips away,
A thousand faces, yet only a pattern remains.
In the crowd, one stands out
Is it conspicuous?
Inconspicuous?
I cannot say, yet something in it stands
More precious than the sharpest gaze
A blur, a shadow,
Shrouded in mystery,
Yet ever so close
Familiar, but lost in the haze.