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Angel
I press her hands gently
And that she kisses me
Break loose all hell.
All the birds in the tree
All the ants on the grass
Blast her - hell’s angel.
So much pleasure in touch
Of her glowing fair skin
Of her tiny hands with blue veins.
Something that fly there be
All these messy affairs she curses
Sun has gone, cloud brings drops of rain.
Her back rested against the tree
A sense of guilt with raising eyebrows
She cries in silence, she feels so uneasy.
From her stern looks, her raw nerves
Her nervous face mask in beauty and grace
I can sketch and write a supreme elegy.
Gopal Lahiri…
Angel
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