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Eyes that moistA heart that beat when you make appearances Love always has its prices soon come by A pale light at length announces evening Blue black birds singing high up in the air Highway serpentines along the long coast The curved moon has soul as well as feeling Let your eyelids rise and fall every moment Your disheveled hair your look your long arms Your hands are as slim as branches of twigs Imprint a long kiss on your rosy lips I do not know how rude you are to me Hours go past in this dark silent room What secrets of suffering and of despair Eyes that soaking when you go far away. Gopal Lahiri Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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