LOVE-LORN

 

LOVE-LORN

Passed sleepless nights 
With   tears that roll
wetting pillows and bed
blaming self,  why  I
wondered and got lost.

Perhaps eyes were unable 
To  trace the path.
In the world of illusion
First eyes took,
Then feet didn't stop.

And reached a place ,

Where dreamt of flowers
of beautiful colour and nectar.
Suddenly with the blink of eyes
Flowers withered and earth cracked
Perhaps unable to bear hot sun rays,

Beauty best seems to be curse 
with my touch,

Or with my touch
outward beauty and musk best speaks,
What remains concealed from the world.


By - Santanu Nandi Purkayastha

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