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Ray, an ornamental fountain………
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English Poetry |
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Yester night
on the way back
to the life of uncertainties
and tragedies, I got entangled
in the stench of decay..
Maggots the power behind the
throne, and I with my frail cage
yearned to leapt outside the scrimmage.
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As I stepped towards the murky
depth, I found few things right
over there,
I found thy words, emanated
from the gold.
Oh! The glistening muse……
As I dived on to the
Gold mine of thine,
I felt the current streamed through
my veins.
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Oh! I was addicted then
The more I dug deeper
The more I enjoyed its essence,
Soon it diffused into the air.
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An ornamental fountain
scattered sargam all around,
streamed through
hills and dales……..
Clouds were in love
with the mesmerizing
smell of the soil.
Trees were performing a rain dance then,
And I found my Istha in the wee hours…
That was the power of thine muse
That was the power……..
Rajdeep Bhattacharya
Nice
Very lovely and deep,Rajdeep,
very different,unique!!
Very lovely poem of your original style
Uniquely different attire in presentation inciting intense feelings,
Liked the poem immensely,
Kudos
lovely!
Oh wow! Intense, lovely!