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WHEN RAIN BEGINS
Curtain of brown dusk
Could not hide your pleasant silhouette
From my sight.
Memories of a day
Being shared between evening clouds.
A moment still hanging-
With a last wish of a spring leaf.
Wild wind playing flute
As stuck up in a drey.
Gloaming listens drifting bird’s swan-song,
‘ecstasy of living is joy enough.’
Then…
Abyss within
Rain composes a rondeau
‘I enliven grey soil.’
A poem by goutam hazra
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