Being lonely under the solitary Sun,
remembering the love and moonlit fun.
There is no cause to wander away,
hold my hand and walk the way.
It is not a path so soft and sound,
laden with grey pebbles strewn around.
She has endless concern and care,
her bosom a warm and cozy lair.
Thoughts fleet like the rapids' flow,
hitting smooth pebbles lying below.
You always do haunt my mind,
with shy looks and gesture entwined.
Depth of your glance make oceans shy,
dive for the deep and not ask why?
Purple memories and desires in pink,
you haunt me in every moment's brink.
Prasenjit©1997-2010
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