Feromon
Mousumi Ghoshal Chaudhuri
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The rainsmell ( barishputra )!
Waiting .
The naval of the deer the Kasturi love ;
In the thundering night of maroya Meer .
Gives me the wondering sky lips .
The curve of introduction of two deer .
Bursting the twinkling niv .
Crushing ,the mirror image of
Milky way .
More enchanting ,than the battle of
byson , Leo asleep .
Before the rainfall ,the garden is
Full of bees ,
Recycling of life ,
The unseen paragraph of grass .
The sound of purbarag ,the love of Radhika
Makes resemble with the causal meghamallar .
It’s too night ,lonely moonlight
Hides her in the lazyness
Allowing the piyal .
They are whispering the weep ,
Long long ago ; about the rivers sleep .
While butterflies ,in the battle field of
Roman days
Frustrating over the
Ashiyana breeze of the sea….
–~০০০XX০০০~–
