MADRIGAL
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Manas Bakshi (India)
Sitting face to face
His eyes fixed on
The cute curvature
Of her tumescent breasts;
Sometimes silence speaks
And words retreat
Into the valley
Of an unspoken mind,
There’s sunshine
There’s shower
Efficacious vibes grow
Into some gracious flowers
To combat the omens
Of an uncertain hour —
Before everything ends
And eternal calm prevails
He seeks to unearth
The mystery behind
What looks like
The bosom of the earth
And a flower vase
In the midst
Likely to last
For a lifetime
Adorning immaculately
The amaranth of a mind
Full of love, pure and sublime.
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