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May 2014
On its sleepy stairs
The pond weaves me a dream

She comes to my mind
Like twin moon on still water
A pallid reflection
Broken to fragments
In wind’s touch
Sinking into muddy depth
Till a fish breath bubble
Catches a miniature moon

The night whispers
Too soon too soon
She’s gone to the stars!

On its sleepy stairs
The pond weaves me a dream
When moonlight bares
In my eyes
Night dew's gleam!
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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