A shattered stone statue,
some old copper coins,
strange ornaments of blackened
silver,
several broken bronze vessels,
were unearthed
in a desert.
And people say that centuries ago
here where there is only a desert,
A city was once settled
And a thought strikes me-
even today, at a party
or a gathering,
when i come face to face with you,
for one second
or just for a moment,
The warmth of body,
the fleeting chance meeting of
our eyes,
the shine of your red
decoration over your forehead,
the rustle of your clothes,
the fragrance of your hair,
and sometimes, unintentionally,
a tiny flower of touch,
and then again, that unending desert,
that desert where once-
a city had flourished.

Piyush Dey

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