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Theme: Feeling


her breath --
storm rising in my


More By  : Dr. Kumarendra Mallick

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Comment First-first time is it to fall in love, never before, the girl standing next to me, I seeing her, marking and going after, resisting her not, following her as a spy, it's a heart-matter.
Love's spark lies it as the embers in the ashes. Thereafter meeting stealthily, writing love-letters.
When met we beat it the heart as had been new to love in a tabooed society. Thereafter ached it the heart needing to be bandaged, but no nurse found I at my service. She was forbidden to meet in the caste-ridden society.

bijay kant dubey
12-Aug-2016 15:01 PM

Comment Thank you, Bijay babu for breathing a new life to the composition.
The illustration is very imaginative, too.

12-Aug-2016 07:59 AM

Comment My heart is beating, Julie I love you

Dil kya kare...

Love at first sight

Two panting doves

bijay kant dubey
12-Aug-2016 06:35 AM

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