Departed Soul Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

Isettled on the asking floor,
In the tired lapof the chamber.
To feast upon the departingperfume,
Youleft for my nose to rhyme.

The sheet scroll on the bed,
Closed pages caged for days.
Screened more of that missing sights,
Blithe to the desolate aching eyes

Now my love glues to spaces,
You shackled in the wildest of me.
Lending and leaning upon knee,
To free my desire briefing my unwanted flee.

Your routine sketches feed my heart,
In the nest of pleasure to quench my thirst.
You left my touch to reach my soul,
With leading grace forendless rule.

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Paramananda Mahanta
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