Rijan Britanicus Acharya Poems

The frozen dawn lifts up the sign
of the cold eyes. There beside the curtains
the visions isolates the burden
pumping the lowering pulses and
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I am staring at that pigeon,
through the smoky casement,
watching itself play with itself
(perhaps fleas have owned its feathers)
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My fair giant has eclipsed my eyes
though the tints reflects too low
and I pass my youth curved like
the petals of roses and still seasoned
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You immensely reform that incantation
and each period excavates a more of you
reassuring evenly grandeur to surpass a sensation
as parallel as the sighs, the spectators grew:
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You take a scarf; let my hand,
swing upon your shoulders,
we still amid the lotuses,
peep a shallow the diving tortoise;
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Pastoral land, when I walked just
by passion of wandering—high and earnest,
it failed my rural lust,
as by quiet inferno, I stood—
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