Sunday Poem By Harekrishna Dey
The melody of the heart
I find you in the essence of my pen,
I do not mind the letters
in breathing.
My letters are brazen to you
Continue touching,
I heal the wounds of a lonely mind
As much as time.
I am writing a difficult formula for the life cycle of neo-mathematics,
To match me in your answer.
I’m upset,
I print the caste identity of love,
My wide heart begs for poetry.
I sang the melody of the heart,
My one star is far away from me to find you.
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