The misty whistle turns to abut on my turbid hands
Swimming up in the whinning web settles down somewhere in solitary port of longings.
Had I got the moment once for all
Amidst those watertight talks
...
Day grows and withers away
In the moonlit hands
evening's fragrance walks on the hazy canvas
...
From the east to the west, north to the south or above all, I travel
Everything is living in me and I live in the worth of their living soul.
I understand everything and see everything,
In a sudden journey, if I breathe myself through the Lung to my blood
...
Breathing the soil
I am standing amidst the cripples' land
Being naked before the silver fields
...
Antimoni Dutta is a well known Indian poet, critic and story writer. Antimoni Dutta was born at Sivasagar in Assam (India) . His early life was spent in the greenary surroundings of Sivasagar, and thus he started his school going days in that same place upto his B.A. Degree in english literature and thereafter completed his LLB Degree. He writes both in English, Hindi and mother tongue Assamese.)
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The misty whistle turns to abut on my turbid hands
Swimming up in the whinning web settles down somewhere in solitary port of longings.
Had I got the moment once for all
Amidst those watertight talks
I might have resumed a little bit
Abreast in the atmosphere of riverside winds rimy trill
folding the fabulous reed in your eyes
just before the sunset
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