Antimoni Dutta Poems

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
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Day grows and withers away
In the moonlit hands
evening's fragrance walks on the hazy canvas
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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
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Breathing the soil
I am standing amidst the cripples' land

Being naked before the silver fields
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