Land Of The Heart Poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty

Land Of The Heart



Events drizzle..
Moist heart dries soon,
Lying at blowing moments’ will.

Create ripple...
Amidst few tarns in dunes
Falling drops when find them still.

Deep inside
Where those tarns, how formed
Do not know.
Stirred heart knows it though
What blowing moments cannot steal.

Events drizzle
Deep inside feel sometimes
Enlarging ripples.

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