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The song of the skylark
tonight, as the moonappeared at the zenithwith its silver smilereflected brighton the lipsof the lily below.Songs of heartare always sweetwhen a hearthas a blue woundunder the shadeof some sweet pastwhile the soul was oftenhaunted by a soulsupposed to bethe mate,but was separatedby cruel fate.
The smile on your lips
paints colours on my dreams.
In you,
I have lostMy shapes,My horizons,My outlines,Edges that defineWhole of me.In slow momentumYou grip me,My uneasy being,My uncertain edges,My hesitating curves,The whole of my womanlinessSo uncertain,Within your defining hugsAnd those narrow bracesI am falling intoThe vast well of warmthWithin you.Little by littleI feel you brace,Your ever tighteningEmbraces unevenOver my skin deep essence,My uncertain edgesYour warm shadows…
Love
Strange but trueThrough valleys, seas, skyBlue.
ମୋ ଆକାଂକ୍ଷା
ମୋ ପ୍ରତୀକ୍ଷାଶାମୁକା ର ଦେହ-ଇଚ୍ଛା, ଆବେଗ ରନୀଳ ଚରା ଭୂଇଁ ।ତମେ ଆଉସମୁଦ୍ର ନୁହେଁ ଯେଏ ଶାମୁକା ପେଟ ତଳେ,ଛାତି ତଳେଦୁ8ଖ ତକ ମୁକ୍ତା ପାଳଟିବ ।।ତମେ ମୋରଯୋଜନ ଯୋଜନ ଧରିବିସ୍ତାରିତ କାମନା ରନୀଳାଭ ବିଗ୍ରହ-ଏମିତିକା ସପନ ରଙ୍ଗ ରେତମେ ଗଢା ଦର୍ପଣ ଯେନା ତମ ମୁହଁ ଦିଶିବ ସେମୋ ନି8ଶବ୍ଦଓ ନିଷିଦ୍ଧ ଇଲାକା ରଅଭିଶପ୍ତ ସୂର୍ଯ ଆଲୋକ ରେନା ତମ ମୁହଁ ଦେଖିହେବଫୁଲି ଫୁଲି ଉଠୁଥିବାରୁମ ମୂଳ ଆଉଜକ ଜକ କରୁଥିବାହସ ହସ ଓଠ ଧାରଚୁମ୍ବନ…
You dipped
In the river of tearsWhich You had beenFostering with loveTill date.Till yesterdayIt was crowdedWith dense darkness,With bright sunshine,With peopleLoving and caring,With kiths and kinsHugging and embracing,The wind wasPregnant with fragrance-Fresh and fine,The sky was bleedingBlood red with dreams-Nascent brewn, shiningThe heart wasLosing a beatNow and then.