morning is here on the headboard

emptiness with October morn breeze

brushing me while the clouded sun

bask me, my bare parts of sweaty body.

you’re also here as anger as desperation

as reason of turmoil inside soul

under the waist inside the nightshort.

sun rays collaged on my body

as hand replicates the warmth

of your insidethemouth down there…

By Sangbad

A poet, an author, a reviewer--in one word I'm a literaturist (means one who is trying almost everything that Literature is made of). My books are available at Amazon. I'm a Bengali, born and raised in Kolkata, West Bengal.


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