Wednesday, March 21, 2012


Like thirsty summer roots,
Long for the July rain,
My need for you
Is clear and plain.

Like fragrant flowers grow
Under indifferent skies,
Some hope survives
Despite the distant eyes.

No word fits everything,
You care for me, I trust:
But I shall call this love
If name this joy I must.

Diptesh Ghosh

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