The young night

With your exhiliration.


From faith at your nape

To the mole on your Cupid’s bow.


Streaming your body

I’m mountain river, you’re its bed.


Your dress from this evening;


Your untied hairs, your exstacy

As I splash on your warm skin.

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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