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My Secret Love
In the night sky
blues were sparkling
the deepest desires turning red
I know the pomegranate
& my tarnish flower
they spoke - the rain is coming
without this cloud passes by.
Do you love? the breeze hush-hush
my silence read by my balcony
the wooden chair, the coffee mug
the ink pen, daily newspaper &
my sweet little baby
my heartiest heart!
Whom I love secretly.
© debashishbhattacharya
blues were sparkling
the deepest desires turning red
I know the pomegranate
& my tarnish flower
they spoke - the rain is coming
without this cloud passes by.
Do you love? the breeze hush-hush
my silence read by my balcony
the wooden chair, the coffee mug
the ink pen, daily newspaper &
my sweet little baby
my heartiest heart!
Whom I love secretly.
© debashishbhattacharya
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