She Gave Me Fig Leaf
She gave me fig leaf a new era seemed about to dawn
In the songs of rivulets, before the fawn earth looked on
We trod on new grass, touch of sleek descent
With age-old ferments of fears, years, tears misspent
We moved on, "To be, or not to be: that was the question".
Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2016
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