Prasenjit Banerjee Poet Lyric

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Whether or not to touch her hand
Is the pertinent question now
She led me once to a slumbering gorge
Made me dive into it
And I was completely drenched 
With the soothing fountain that
Lay there untroubled for millenniums

I feel doubtful
Whether she really showed me the face of the ancient
Banyan tree, engulfed in its serene silence
Whether made me listen to the rumbles 
Of the long-lost rivulet

Still
I find the shelter for 
The homeless bird in her eyes

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Andrea Dietrich August 31, 2014 at 3:52 PM This is STRONG and GOOD writing I am seeing here. More intelligent than most! VERY Nicely done. Prasenjit Banerjee August 31, 2014 at 10:13 PM Thanks, Andrea.

Secrets Inyoureyes August 31, 2014 at 9:53 AM Good poem although I think my minds a bit slow right now because I'm a bit confused at what your saying so could you explain it plzz? Secrets Inyoureyes August 31, 2014 at 3:50 PM Ok now I get it thanks :) Prasenjit Banerjee August 31, 2014 at 11:20 AM The nature of love always borders on mysticism; at the very outset it never allows either one of them to be too sure of the inner cravings of the heart; therefore, the structured confusion. Anyway, love is like the Nest where everyone returns at the end of the day.Thanks