the boat pierced the grey mist
and her eyes were misty
it has taken us twenty years
to be on that green island
to dig up the time
she glowed like a butterfly
and I shivered from her touch
her hand is ripened now
but that time
still hanging in the air
unleashed a wildness
froth from which
spilled into two children
chasing butterflies.
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 8:08 AM UTC
the boat pierced the grey mist
and her eyes were misty
it has taken us twenty years
to be on that green island
to dig up the time
she glowed like a butterfly
and I shivered from her touch
her hand is ripened now
but that time
still hanging in the air
unleashed a wildness
froth from which
spilled into two children
chasing butterflies.
Sabuj Dwip (Green Island) on the confluence of the rivers Bhagirathi and Behula; 1996, 27.11.2016; 1 pm.
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