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Sunday 30 August 2020

English poetry by Sushil kumar from Koraput,Odisha

 Innings

When the rain 

pitter-patters 

on my window, 

ruffling my hair, 

you make me 

muse on

your gorgeous eyes. 


Purloining 

the redness 

of your lips, 

I dive 

And 

I dive into 

the city of bliss. 


Schmoozing 

with you there, 

I return 

And 

the rain subsides 

to declare 

the end of innings.

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