Your Eyes Are The Last Place
I never noticed
turned away my face
in your eyes
has survived a place.
The rain has dried up
they are now arid
flowers have gone leaving no seed
love's warmth is lost in weed.
Your eyes are the last place
holding the relics of the world's lost loveliness!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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