Inner Poetry
In the heart of a poet
You are poetry,
You move like a joyous dream;
Vibration,
The deepest nourishment of my
Weak being,
The pain is perfect to hold
In backstage,
You are and will come on surface like stream,
My quixotic joy the dreamy wanderer,
Live there secretly hoping against hope,
As the inner soul not as mate but Self.
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@Prabir Gayen: 26/02/2019: 9: 18 PM.
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