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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.
