Tag: #january
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Morning Raga

Let us sit down at the bank of the dawn. It never snow in our city Kolkata; The fog thus will hide us, The dew from twilight will wet– The platform where we’ll sit. The shrouded shy sun-bathed breeze– Will sing the morning raga As we will weave silence between us. No kiss. No hand…
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Beckoning

The lips, yours, tasted pages Of a new unread book; The breath, yours, flapping of pages Beckoning to explore
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