Poetry by Soumyadeep Chakraborty

Really Ceased

The reality of your beauty Has made me sleepless Thinking with a taunting sense, What should I embrace?

Its your eyes that call For a glance more, A musing again that Nobody heard before.

Thy lips, which unlike open Like Pandora’s box To bring antidote that Protects the reality.

Thus, I beg to get your pardon, Once fully enamored and done.

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