Sunday, March 7, 2010



the unsullied dawn
her blushed smile
he gifts her
a red corundum


in starlight
she hunts all corners
for her lost coins
these alleys weren’t vague
last full moon night


from the worldly-minded

silver sickle tells her
spinning dreamy threads
could be great occupation

(c)Arunansu Banerjee

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