a decayed, moribund humanscape, settling somewhere
under the sunshine of Apollo, the rain shower of Cupid!
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Picture courtesy: Anwesa Saha
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A DROP OF DANCE ON SANDS
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as the body turns a harp
and love turns the harpist
it begins to bemuse itself
with a shower of melody
drenching itself to the veins
breaking itself into waves
tossing it up like a swirl
of the cloud on the tip of
a rainstorm rushing on
like a peacock’s dance in
cloud clapping, the body
dances with the melody
of the wind, winging gulls
playing with the heaving
and the burrowing waves
tingling in the sensation of
blood, throbs of the heart
keeps knocking the ribs
like rolls of white-crested
tides foaming on the sand
look! she is a foamy drop
of dance on the sandgrains…
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