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May 2016
may the eyes of every
slithering light be blindfolded,
my love is here with me

may the night be
as quiet as a village,
my darling gently dries her wings

let no thought betray,
no stone pelt a shiver,
my dove goes visiting a dream

hush now, oh deepest
of all fathom,
the world floats on a heartbeat

all things done, undone,
things indelible, leisurely
things, now discarded
a parting feather in flight
descends...

*her beguiling bejeweled body
This poem first appeared in the May-June 2012 issue of the Reading Hour magazine. This is an edited, altered version of the poem.
Snehith Kumbla
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Snehith Kumbla  M/Pune, India
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