Literary Yard

Search for meaning


By: Kousik Adhikari


I look at your face,
Silly face! Any river leaving
Its dust ridden track in magic spell?
You stood looking,
The window is beautiful, I know.
Remind me when the winter comes,
Tell me when the streets
Become moon-struck
Near red oleanders and night shining,
You shall tell me
The secrets of a window,
And your silly face.


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