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| Sutanuka Ghosh Roy |
The Silver Beam
The silver beam
moistened the leaves of the Coconut tree
the cool wind caressed the young night.
The grass lulled by the soft dews,
the milky-white road
led the dreams to an unknown continent
beyond words
it begins but does not end.
The moon descends the
stairs of the Infinite.
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Resurrection
The pain brought the senses
from the closed courtyard to the front yard
under a Kadamba tree
bartered the pain for a fistful of sunshine
the distorted visage illumined into tranquillity.
The silent anklets spoke new words
under the azure sky
into the lap of green grass
the fragrant flowers gave a new address
of resurrection.
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