Ripple
Ripple
was the rhythm of rolling water,
the dance of the dulcet ardor
in the lonesome lake I made
in the oasis of my desolate heart,
you came flying on wings of desert storm,
blew the sands of my drowsy dunes away,
the placid lake lost all its barriers and
the water gushed out in emotive surge,
the ripples turned into waves in my heart.
July 8, 2018
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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