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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