It was a poem indeed

That we were writing

On every crease of the bed...

The rhymes of moans,

The rhythm of murmurs,

Were also playing there...

And your whisper in my ears,

Wrote all the words.....

- Ipsita Mitra Pupu

11/12/2020
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