Dusmanta Choudhury
What Can Be My Last Verse
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Life is spiritually bestowed upon me
Know not what my last verse can be
Rhythm of human love,pips its head
With a bunch of roses in blue & red
Be in balance with first & last verse
In between flows,left often in worse
Think I often to colour one thought
Know not often what my pen wrote
Choose I words, fit for my feelings
Outcome is surprised,full of blinks
Words of heart and words of mouth
Never can match as if runs to south
Cold is the wind that harms no word
In the lines like most jovial blue bird
Opens my heart in opening a tongue
In a deep slumber, nothing is wrong
Dreams my pen to travel too longer
Boarding a neverending trip so far
With a basket of the sweetest love
Draws the emotions from up above
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