Just 12 Poem by Indranil Bit

Just 12



There is a way I believe!
in every sort of misalignment of thoughts.

Yet amidst all slogging!
my eyes remain still on your heavenly adore.

Tis thus define love!
I suppose in your Godly language woven wool.

I fancy it a pride of mine!
you n me n an architecture of glass-door heaven.

Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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