The Blooming Breast Poem by Sanjib Saha

You never call the face,
Face with wrinkles.
But brighter eye
That could never
See you – your presence
In the surroundings,
In the blooming breast,
Of the new sky.

I always walk,
Walk in the field,
Field of the Green land,
Field of the narrow heart;
As you know,
As you ever
See the dark,
The light of the inert blue,
But never see you
From the unusual path-

The path of uninterrupted beauty.
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-Sanjibsaha Aniketa.