Two white clouds to mate
a space in between
languishes
lit by moonlight
like a milky smoke inside a tunnel
time stops
in eternity
curious stars watch
breathless
joys at stake
nervous
a night bird hearkens
dissects the slience
moonbeam reflects on a minaret
like a pond of pearl floating in still air
dark and trembling
in expectation
wish like a dream
hangs in between heaven and hell.
Copyright: Shamik Bose 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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