Poetry – Rajorshi Narayan Patranabis
Rolled Over
We met first in heaven
You, with the apple
And I, with some hope
I tasted you, nights rolled over.
We met last in solitude
You, with count of stars
And I, with memories of the last
I touched you, eternal longings rolled over.
We met in circles of intoxication
You, as my love, my longing, my lust
And I, as your dream, your muse, your mission
We mingled in faces, phases, times rolled over.
Through graves and pyres, hymns and choirs,
Our children wait for us, we rolled over.
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