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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