I can hear! Hear again that sound
Deep, so deep! Silken profound
Thy breath so dark, thy silence whispers
Thy moist sigh inside salty winds wafts!
Like a lovely dream dense in advance
Come ye soft so near in velvet desire
Thy waves so clam, now forget to ruffle
Ye look like a purple under a drizzle
Where gone thy vigor? Thy splash, thy shower
Lonely am I in thy shore that I often wonder
Why thee so calm, thy breast so sunk?
Ye love us like a tempest, yet inside a monk!
Yet I hear the song that sing thy sirens
Reflects from thy breast whom lonely Moon kisses.
Shamik Bose 12.05.10 Calcutta
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