The extent of your lips
I want to see
O’ skies!
I go crazy when you smile.
Hide int the
Salty waters of your twinkling rain.
I slip and slide.
I quake
In the darkest of jungles
Where air fails to breathe.
You start to melt
And I melt in your love.
Winter comes in return,
And the monsoons are over.
Winter heralds Summer
Of ice-creams and cold drinks.
Waves, bask in your dreams.
I am hoping for a Spring:
Will the rose buds bloom?
Translated from Dr. Pranjal Goswami’s Asssamese Poem “KABITA”
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