Rudrarpan Chatterjee

On Your Presence

I walked the land, parched, aching for a drop,
Of life, chafing to relinquish it's share
Weary of my travels, my lone sojourn
Replete with tales of withering despair.

The vast expanse I trudged, lost and pensive,
And at the darkest hour, the dead of night,
Saw you, resplendent in summer attire,
Serene boughs laden with pallid moonlight.

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