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Implausible Thought
Your onyx hair curled and cascaded wild,
some swirled in the stream of craving squall,
some laced the lilting lattice of lust
on your forehead of ivory canvas,
carving contours of evanescent charisma.
I can’t believe I thought that was your last image.
Your almond eyes of sapphire sea waltzed
to the melodic concerto of mesmeric music,
the eyelids danced with the flutter of butterfly,
floating in the air of yearning on charming wings,
weaved the wondrous fabric of trance.
I can’t believe I thought that was your last dream.
Your crimson cheeks soaked to shine
the patina of the blooming rose I adored,
spreading seductive fragrance in beguiled breeze,
with the touch of my desire caressing your face,
rippling with rapturous hues of glowing glamour.
I can’t believe I thought that was your last portrait.
The rose buds bloomed on your luscious lips,
swathed in lilac luster of the sunburst dawn,
the entrancing allure flashed with gorgeous glow
like pearls of dew on petals of pink rose,
shining like a star in the sequined sky.
I can’t believe I thought that was your last smile.
Copyright ©
Subimal Sinha-Roy
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