[Poem] Landscape | Emon Kalyan Dutta

Landscape
Landscape

If a landscape shifts my shape

That soil can carve me out

Drooling and sprouting honey lilacs

Sown last summer

Like sun sinks down the granules

Where gold mists dust

There a river lingers down

A perpetual mirror

Slipping alive through me

Your shire reflection brims it up

Thy eternity treads on.

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