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Sunday, November 3, 2013

The Floor

by Bhargab Chatterjee

When the evening
crosses the twilight zone,
when the murmur of a river
hits me back
at the centre of my torso,
thoughts come.

In the vase on my table
the morning flower
grows redder
on its green calyx.

Perfume makes the floor.          

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