New to the new of your eye,
I am on the sign of your love.
It is the breaking beauty of the day
I don’t know why I am!
The pleading game of light—
On the beautiful thirst of
Of your cheek—
The bloody lip;
Engrave my emotion,
May I have sip of love.
On the tip of your breast
I keep –I touch softly
My face, my sense.
It is not your circle-
I enter into the circle
Of mine.
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-Sanjibsaha Aniketa
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