The immaculate impulse when admired
by the glimpses of the warmth
the sun in its scarlet red
wakes the delight from its last night

when overwhelmed by the thrills
the novels of last night as I remember
yet i looked through the attic window
waiting the postman to deliver my letter

the postman when slowly enters the gate
holding all the radiant beams of sweet words
when cohered within by the complete embrace
the envelope as if of the parchment bag in virtual colors

yet with baited breath as I opened the door
the golden voices seemingly resounding
as if being engulfed by the pigeon cage within
the painted paper made in- the art of love

yet I do swear by the truth when silhouetted
the jingling tunes of goldmorh plant
across its verses even when untold to the bailey
whispers me and my sportive silence beneath
thoroughly latching on to the last dream

Dr subhendu kar

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