By: Pijush Kanti Deb
When a pool is bloomed
in a desert
and a blossom on a rock,
an unknown thirst crawls
in my body
informing
a new spring is nearby.
When the sky
gets down to land
and the dozing fate
from its bed,
an optimism traverses
in my mind
announcing
a new spring is nearby.
When the prayer is cared
by someone divine
and the ashamed gap
by someone I love and care,
a purity evolves
to sterilize my soul
whispering
a new spring is really nearby.