Her bed was a forgotten landscape,
One upon which unlit shadows prevailed.
They drizzled renditions of a blue twilight,
The river was pouring, the bank was pale.
Upon satin sheets were creases of yore,
That paved way to undiscovered roads.
Like puny settlements for dying folklore,
Losing to desires that our hearts unload.
Clumsy gestures resisted silence to invade,
While incurable dreams made her sigh.
Emergence from games that she once played,
Were celebrations of her enlightened cries.
Could I stay or could I depart?
As the dawn arrived with her veil of sense.
Or could I enclose this in my heart,
Like another sweet remembrance?
-Karan Ghosh
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