In Your Shadow - Poem by Sanjukta Nag
You think curves of stones speak truth
Like the newborn poems of hope.
And trees breathe secretly
Like frozen people of Antarctica.
Your sky scatters dusty whiteness
Of a forgotten road named love,
Still you brush out the fragments of rust
From orange leaves of autumn.
You taught me what revolves around life
While your Pegasus played on harp.
Now I’ll craft you bouquets of joy
Even if moon forgets to reflect sun's smile,
Just let me carry my dear poet
Your eternal heart of imaginations.
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