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Jaya Das Poem
An unknowing howl of joy is in air
That I can breathe but can’t hear
Reaching every part, through blood it crawls
Like an art creeping on the wall
As feeble as a bawl in vacuum
It doesn’t sink in clamour of thirty in a room
Relishes my heart with its golden kiss
Teeming its exotic wine of bliss
O ‘everything spoken, spilling no word out
Sounds of silence blare aloud.
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Jaya Das Poem
Like the everyday fading scar
Dying fragrance of a plucked flower
Waning of the new winter moon
Unwinding thread from a dancing spool
Sand dunes washed away by the sea
Golden leaves falling from an autumn tree
Crimson dye turning pale
Boat drowning, weary to sail
Diminishing vigour of a yowl
Disappearing shadow of old from the wall
Past sinking in the present river
Chasing the sea to find its future bower
Oh I lost her worth like a naked tree
Coz I always found her close to me.....
Copyright © Jaya Das | Year Posted 2017
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