Not a measured, practiced smile ----
I crave
A smile that wells from blood-stirred
haemoglobin's tide.
No crocodile tears ------
But briny drops I seek
To rinse the soul,to cleanse all sins
in salted streaks.
No masks, no painted grace -----
I look for
A face that draws innocent kisses
on the cheek.
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Poet : Dr. Goutam Kumar Mallick.
Very nice
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