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By- Parthajit Borah

Gliding smile at your lips often
troubled me asking the colour of spring.
I smell your appealing eyes
to flow my love sea .
Sliding clouds silently winks behind
the vastness of thoughts.
Night is preparing fighting against the day with all the vigour.
Heart is still  drying in the hope of a downpour  to drench my withered chest.
Flying star swiftly falls at your lips
Challenging all the periphery of heart.
Echoes are fell in the ocean of profound
silence for the rustling of pain.

Maheshwar Gurumayum

Maheshwar Gurumayum, Sub-Editor of Imphal Times is a resident of Sagolband Salam Leikai. He has been with Imphal Times since 2013. An avid adventure lover, writes mostly travelogue. He can be contacted at [email protected]

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