The Shapeless Dance of Lovers

I often desired more
with the impatient burning within the chest
the shapeless dance of naive shadows
being stripped of love and wish
in the dusty single bed of a portrayed room.
The scent of womanly fragrance floats like the last desire
of the tempted skin and fragile body
I wish I could say it all.
When no one listens at the corridor of sliced moon and slant doors
the prism of the glasses awaits
and I slowly understand what the world tries to tell me.
I laugh, as lovers do.

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Subhadip Majumdar

Subhadip Majumdar is a writer poet from India. He is certified in Creative Writing from University of Iowa. He also edited for a long time a reputed Bengali poetry journal. Wrote a short novel as Tumbleweed writer in Shakespeare and Company, Paris. Stories and Poems published all around the world. Two poetry books published and one novel in process of publication.

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