The red horizon
beckoning a long dark night,
abused and alone.
A soft pink sunrise
glows on the mother's tired eyes,
as the new born cries.
A catterpillar sleeps,
bathing in 'vibgyor' hues,
a butterfly peeps.
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About Me
- Sharmila Dasgupta
- What I write are figments of my imagination. These are random thoughts which I try to translate into words.My miniscule talent gives me pleasure of an immeasurable magnitude. ইচ্ছে হলো লিখি আমি মনের ভাবনাগুলো খাতার পাতায়, নাম নয় যশ নয়, অবিমিশ্র আনন্দ মনকে মাতায়।
1 comment:
very lucid.thanx.
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