Oh Rai,
But you were so
fired on your Kanha!
Then why
that distant flute
plays hide-n-seek
with your smiles.
And why
your coy lips call
his name with
moistened eyes.
Oh Rai,
But what is life
if there is no Kanha!
Tonight
let your aanchal fly
and flowers drop
in your plight.
Just like
all complaints fade
when tears meet
love midnight.
© Arindam Dey
Image source: Artzyme(dot)com / Painting by Uma Makala
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