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Aug 2017
I can see you,
When the aurora let the dews shine,
Dispenses the elegance and charm divine,
And also while I go for a holy shrine,
And can see you in my bottle of wine..

I can hear you,
While careless wind blows, frantic and free,
And amidst the harmonical murmurs of the tree,
And those agile waves of the sea,
Whispers in my ear the voice of thee.

I meet with you,
When traumatized, agonized I sob lonely,
And condemning the play of my ruthless fate,
Frustrated, I puff a cigar and release the smoke,
Which always conspires to take your portrait.

I can smell you,
When the drops of rain wet the ground,
And lingers your essence, distinct and profound,
And in gardern delicate flowers of bright hue,
Forgets their smell & casts the perfume of you.

I can have your touch,
While the mild & charming evening breeze,
Touches my skin and makes me seized,
Or at dawn while aurora touchs my face,
Medicates my scars and like you embrace.

You left me alone, and make my world sober,
Didn't thought of me, and returned never,
But when I intend a new life to find,
This intriguing nature always makes me remind,
About you..
Rima Sahamandal
Written by
Rima Sahamandal  23/F/Kolkata,Belghoria
(23/F/Kolkata,Belghoria)   
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