Well, my friends, here I am. Back with a rather short poem. I also put up a page called I Am Always Write where I talk about a few little things that offer no significant consequences to anything except for my writings.
Smell the sun that wipes away tired sweat
from the circling seagulls’ pearl white wings.
The careening dust as the cattle returns home.
While the orange crown sets on your exposed laughter,
revel in your throne.
Taste the divine dance of a full moon night
on the beautiful blackness of the ocean’s mouth.
In the beyonds of unconfined darkness’ call
lies elephant cries from the deepest mists.
They are your own.
© 2007 Ritwik Banerjee
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