Antimoni Dutta

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Onset - Poem by Antimoni Dutta

The misty whistle turns to abut on my turbid hands
Swimming up in the whinning web settles down somewhere in solitary port of longings.
Had I got the moment once for all
Amidst those watertight talks
I might have resumed a little bit
Abreast in the atmosphere of riverside winds rimy trill
folding the fabulous reed in your eyes
just before the sunset

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 11, 2012

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