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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