Tuesday, 10 December 2013

ALIKE OF FIRST RAY - -

I'm not you destination, I'm not your 
votive of ages, knowing all that, 
nevertheless, the heart 
waits for you, that 
cognition has 
 its own -
aroma,
in the grove of morning glory vines,
alike first ray of sun, my love 
somewhere touching 
to your feelings,
you're aware 
or not,
I do not know, but whenever you're
looking to me, a streak of bliss
often I've looked in your 
hydrous lips, a drop 
of life many 
time 
I've seen your miraculous eyes - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL   


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art - Rose Marie Condon