Epistle to Prioty Chandan
I sigh for you If you were my girl friend I have seen you in my queer dream I have seen thy black hair,
Deep black eyes through my imagination O thou, whose sweet voice over My phone will never cherish from my mind Every time I utter your name
In the name of love Night after night I think about you O thou, whose inspiration has been The radiant light of stygian night Yet your song comes native with warmth.
The prey
Atika Chowdhury Cherry
A glittering dove was graciously walking In the blistering land alone; Midday sunny waves were swinging Over the vast region.
Cautiously the bird was taking all steps Near where she might have a nest. Or she might pass a dreamy moment Looking for a bosom friend.
An isolated eagle from unlimited blue Determined to hunt the bird to consume. However it lowered its nose With a strategic pose. Slanting its body like combat air plane To hit the bird with sharpened nails; Like a wolf pursuing a lamb. Trembling, I closed my eyes.
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