Poetry by Abin Chakraborty

Unspelt Desires Dance

My unspelt desires dance
Beyond the fence of do’s and don’ts
And tease my strings of
Perfect masks
To loose and flap
In monsoon breeze
To feel the rain on open lips
And drench anew my arid words
That long to break in glowing flames
And kindle what hands my have not
Wrought so far in black and white.

Sings to moon the moistened grass
And rattles all my window-bars.

Abin Chakraborty

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