Secret
I can smell flowers through my window
A castle of dreams could end though
The good things remain for a small period of time
Oh summer fades and gives winter a rhyme
Fire bolts in the volcano
Come down from the dark shadow
Moon changes phases always
Shining glory blooms as tide
No one will believe my strongest mind
No one knows what the truth and lies
Like ancient man someone is baking souls
To alter that dried valley of rose into a full-fledged sky
A secret is always hidden
In the nature or in the heavens eye
Swear all these have written in a poetry line
I am not waiting for your opine
Night is trolling at the evenings garden
Night jasmine spreading as wine
I can smell them fine and want to make them cry.
Poems by Sourav Sarkar and Patrick Connors
published by Cooch Behar
Cooch Behar City, India, 2025
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