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Dipankar Sadhukhan Poem
I have written your name
Upon the ethereal layer
Of my memory
Which always supplies me
The life saving oxygen
To live in.
I drink the wine
Of your alluring beauty
And sacred Love
Which gives my heart
Ecstatic pleasure
On earth everytime.
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Dipankar Sadhukhan Poem
Clad in garments of eternal Love,
My soul sails the silver craft
In the ocean of perpetual Love
Between Heaven and the earth.
Minds dance with Heavenly joy.
Sitting silently in the silver craft,
Two hearts wrapped in Divine
Love
Caress, embrace and kiss each
other.
The sun blesses them with silver
rays.
Time stops wheels to enjoy
beauties.
God has sent there fairies and
angels
To welcome the celestial hearts.
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We all are human beings.
Under the same sky we live in.
Same blood flows through our
veins.
Same oxygen we breathe in.
Same water quenches our thirst.
So why do we find difference in
us?
No different sun provides us
With light, heat and energies.
Our minds are charmed with
The same moon's romantic light.
So why do we raise walls
Of discrimination among us?
In joy our hearts dance.
In sorrow our minds pang.
When Love touches our hearts and
minds,
We have the same kinds of
feelings.
We may belong to different races
But no radical distinction is
among us.
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Seventeen years ago
I wrote a letter to you
For the last time.
I thought I would never write
After I had met you
For the last time.
You were so worried about me.
I met you and said to you,
"We've to depart our birth place forever."
But you could not rely on me.
I left my village alone forever
As I had nothing to do.
One year passed
With the sweet moments
Which we spent for fifteen years.
Like a banished person
I wandered here and there
And made out the meaning of life.
I went far away from you
But I could not wipe out you
From my mind, from my heart.
Perhaps you too were not well like me.
So I took a pen and a piece of paper
To write to you for the last time.
I failed to write how I was really.
I wrote, "I am so happy here.
Forget me and be happy forever."
Perhaps you received my letter
And had tried to find me for years
Only to know how I was.
So many years passed; the age changed.
Perhaps you posted so many letters
But those returned to you one by one.
Perhaps you got so tired
Of writing to me again and again
And at last stopped writing.
Eighteen years passed
Since I met you for the last time.
Yet my heart waits for your letter every time.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@February27,2016(10:40pm).
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