How can I say my dream is not in truth?
How can you say I am not here in front of you?
Still I am playing with the fragments of sky
Still you are talking with me committed to earth.
Come on, come on, my black mole, my white sandal!
It is the time to see each other in the match-final.
It is cold, it is chill, let us come together
with acceptability as per wish of blue eyes.
Teach me, teach me by phases your song, your dance,
Let me give a chance to write in free-verse, to show
my sorrows not in open market but in close door of yours
same nectar- rhythm full of desires beyond the body.
I have done all things here according to your direction
I have written as blessing while taking your dictation.
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Let me give a chance to write in free-verse, to show my sorrows not in open market -But I have done all things here according to your direction and dictation-A thought full plead -: Sushil Kumar Tripathy, Sonepur