Arpita's Live Fragrance. Poem by Subrata Ray
Arpita's Live Fragrance.
The fragrance you gave left,
To me is a live.
No flower can produce
Such the madness,
That in me you reap.
My burning anguish goes a-haunted,
And my being writhes for your image,
How I long for a while a bit of your presence!
The fragrance you have left,
Waves frenzy beyond the universe,
Your abstract advent only quenches,
The desert’s thirst in my verse.
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