The pigeons in their heavenly abode
flying from those
fluttering in the sky
chirping there to flock together
and fly together
often visiting the ground
may be making the sunshine.
The smoke goes there
my mind, my aspersions
all
may not be touching you
but I am dying for such a state.
You know not you are in love
and I fail to find oneor the lost one never.
Golaka behari Acharya
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