Tuna Biswal

Rookie (14/07/1979 / Rourkela, Bargarh, Odisha, India)

Nira’s Tale Of Love Iii - Poem by Tuna Biswal

Nira’s Tale of Love III

Incestuous humanity favoured Her,
Born poor of grace and sober.

Shaking leaves hanging fruits and unearthed root;
Face of an ecstasy makes Her moot.

Mirrored in water; even moon mourned in night,
Her wet busy hairs lazily set a fright.

Shinning fading ripples of memory,
Forged Her swimming to bank unseen.

Her low brow shone like a lost pearl;
Neither I nor you can touch Her curl.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 15, 2008

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