I met her once,
In a breezy afternoon,
With lustrous lips,
Graceful gait,
Curly –
Brown cascade,
Down her waist!
With a misfortune in store!
Love whispered,
Enticed the soul,
Inspired the skinny pore –
Felt the fragrance,
Realised the touch –
But in vain!
She was in some other arm,
The delight was stolen,
The love was throttled –
Bled the soul,
Upon the thorns of earth!
I wanted to die under the starry sky,
An inner voice jerked –
Death should not be the choice!
Yet death was desirable!
The God never responded,
Kept silent,
Kept unperturbed!!
~Kunal Roy
Kolkata, India

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