They lay you in a glass case
You sleep in peace.
The early dawn snarled
In the soft and shady, bushy fur of the cat,
You loosened fists are plunged in it–
The fists that gripped your fancy ladle in the kitchen
Or a glass of whisky at the party.
You’re cozy in the glass case
You close your eyes in peace,
The fragrance of roses crave your touch
The seven colours yearn for it, too,
Ripples splash around your body,
You lie on the sea of love
The world wails from time to time
Longing for a little more of your company.
(Arun Mitra)
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