Theme: Love


The mountains galloped down today
all around me
riding hard the dragons in the
sun in an armor of mist seeking your
runaway eyes at an edge of my dream.

I grasp shuffling steps in the haze on a
Sunday morning
flea market, the smell of rancid cheese,
dewdrops on your hair and perhaps a fleeting
smile when you once looked back
hesitantly perhaps trying to
locate a truant cloud between us.

It was the river flowing within
the city that finally found you in the
rampant solitude of a monastery as
my moustache brushed against your
breast in a timeless


More By  : Dr. Amitabh Mitra

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