To feel a home away from home
my friend miles apart impassioned
to her query from the other side of sea
for love epithet tinkling sui-generis.
'when moon shines full to its brim
a star sequeastered in a distant horizon
blinks to the soigne red rose on looking
for a unsung love of being cuddled within.
whispering the petals of lovely red rose
to sprinkle the songs of beauty eclectic
on to the plexus of moon star & rose transcended
whence the' harvest-moon' appeals syncretism
when fragrance be overwhelmmed
lest be not someone blemished & dying
for the wishful love be epitomised
foliage be stuck into the autumn for a while.'
Dr subhendu kar
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