Birth of Love
Under the tree of knowledge
Your figleaf dropped, my first seeds squirted
A strange thing happened
Love was born.
Million years rolled
In your black doe eyes
I see her shadow
She is not old
She is not dead
She is swimming in your lake.
Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2014
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