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Singularity (Santanu Dutta) Bagnan, 07.06.20

Make a dome of love, after my death,

somewhere in this world. I won’t mind

if there is no river beside. Keep an empty

throne for me. Write my name with water

in your temple, as if, it does not keep

any mark on civilization.

 

If you are feeling love, you need

not to show off, my angel.  As love is not

classified advertisement that needs

publicity.

 

Decorate yourself with the chain

of white flowers like the tribal

women. Walk along the village way,

in the rhythm of their drum beats.

Dance in the camp fire, with an unknown

folk song and smile easily, as you are one

of them. You will find me there in to

that innocent humanity.

 

 Listen the music of their anklets,

 Be barefoot like the deer which

 is restless to be lost in to the green

 of the forest. I’ll be there playing my

 flute in the  disguise of a cow boy, to

 welcome you, my love. Don’t be sceptic

 about the wild. They will neither bother

 you, nor be jealous of your beauty. Love is

 a non romantic verse to them.

 They dwell in the kingdom of hunger.

 

As the clouds loves her rain, as the earth

loves her sky, as the light loves her darkness,

I love you in the same way. Because to me,

love is a fusion of two souls, to feel singularity

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