And Yet....

Dawn's lovely face
Shows the day.
And the morrow, I try to Read
on the wings of the sky.


The rustle of your mind
On the pitter patter of the rain
I listen to..

And the secrets of your heart
On the petals of an orchid
I try to unravel.

Your epistles
On the paperboats I look for –
Floating, flowing with
the steady, unending rivulets.

And yet,
My heart stills...

Atanu Prasad Sarma


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