“Labyrinth” by Amit Shankar Saha

I met grief on my way to sorrow.We got talking about lossand the associated sadness. I told her that melancholysuits the palate of a poet.I don’t know whether she agreedor not as she kept her gaze averted. I don’t even know whether mythoughts are influenced by studiesor they are present just like thisdull afternoon within the day. I…