A glance of Bengali

by

Arnab De

Her face was innocently hung, in the Garden of Eden;
Where wild horses from Persia rested awhile,
Time ceased to fly, fantasies stopped;
As a young Bedouin’s eyes, found his moment.

The sun softens the dew; it’s below her eyes;
As a thousand wolves wait, for a drop of bliss
If feelings had wings, words or otherwise_
To grace the mystery in the dimple of the cheeks

Blues drape her, in the enchants of a saree,
Two hands of Venus, a marvelous bow of lips_
Two eyes that keep a watch with the bow of her lips
A ray of smile, a whisper of Bengali;

And thus we sketch, in romance, love and India..
A glance of Bengali, and Rituparna!

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