Amitabho Sengupta Poems

Alone thou sat before me with tears in eyes bright,
At the dead silence of the forlorn night in lunar light.
Softly casting thy magic spell unbeholden thou were,
With thy bare finger and almost dishevelled hair.
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That distant lady now so nearby my heart,
Once she was not at all familiar to me to hurt.

Somehow, she seems so near and in my breath,
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Oh Clouds!
Do shower on my soul;
'Cause I desire to be drenched with lol-
Being engrossed in my happy dale of vital role.
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