Sunday Poem By Parag Mondal

I don't know who is more happy

I don't know who is more happy when with soul's content ; I sink into some pleasant lair of your hair and feel the freckle waves of your body and mind.

'Is there any feelings there? ' - I said, touching on your small and humble breasts, And I smote upon it again and again ; No feelings descended to me. It dwelt in the alone heart then The sound from the world of hope..... But how the aloneness surged generally forward.

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