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Sep 2017
A pair of hazel eyes look at me.
Your 'bandana' runs up to forehead,
a scarf covers nose, chin and below,
the pinky complexion of your cheeks
lures me to paint you as a lovely maid.

There is no invitation in your eyes.
The fathomless look has ocean depth,
perhaps you read me with a X Ray beam
keeping yourself beyond my  comprehension,
like prima donna of my dreams.

Like a true lover I want to know more of you,
like a fearful citizen I peep to judge your intention
like an art lover I adore you as a fine piece of art.
Who are you and what are you?
Alas! You are million pixels away from me.

28th September, 2017.
Written by
Sumit Ganguly  Kolkata, India.
(Kolkata, India.)   
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