Moods, Moments আর প্রেম – বিন্দু By Amita Ray
LOVE ON THE EBB
Your eyes downcast
a desire shelved
is not you-
sinking down the gaze
i figure estrangement
a pallid frown on morning’s brow.
Your armless passion
tangent to my heart
is not you-
Sliding down the cold veins
i sense disenchantment
of a migrant lust.
Your lips tasting indifference
of frozen moon
is not you-
In arrhythmia of your heart
i trace disquiet,
Love, it’s time to bid goodbye.
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