When the last curtain faded
You came;
You came to my ancestral house
In a moment of nocturnal visit.
In secret I decorated my bed
With the strains of sorrow and
The promises of good morrow
In a moment of erotical visit.
In the contamination of the day
It lay hidden, my past and present
Perfidious breeze sent the messanger
To steal the light for me and my portrait.
When the last curtain faded
You came;
You came to my ruined manson
In a moment of celestial visit
When the stars of the night will bring
The seven colours from the Sun
We will exchange our curtain
Within our hearts
In a moment of cordial shock…
Shyama Prasad Laha
Picture Nick Victor
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