koyel mitra

The Prince of Night is in love with the Morning Princess,
The Princess is stupefying with golden jewellery to her dress;
She is fair and cheerful,
The Prince is dark and mournful.
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Twilight is majestic with a reddish-orange hue,
With all its heart it welcomes the night new;
Twilight is darker with dusk,
Night is but the dusk's husk;
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Digging my memories,
I find nothing but
darkness clawing at
the flesh of my mind.
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For ages there have been decadence,
The denudation of the life's essence;
Life is but a fight of the presence.
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The bright, robust sun
and the dark clouds
are in the thick of fray.
Nobody can guess
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When Nature dresses itself in perfect beauty then it's Spring,
Here people's hearts hear a new ring;
Under the canopy of trees with dark leaves,
A sigh of relief a lover heaves;
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Morn sky caked with smog
Sun concealed in misty lair
Foggy thoughts in mind.
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I am a lump of clay,
and you are the potter;
Though I am a tool in your hands,
you love me and give various shapes.
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Your gift is special to me,
It filled me with profound ecstasy;
No money on this earth can buy it,
It's costlier than the costliest jewellery.
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Look at that cypress with its branches drooping,
in it woe and lament are trooping;
Its foliage is painted a yellow melancholy,
Its spirits are trying to whisper something holy;
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