[Poem] Philopolis | Emon Kalyan Dutta

Beyond the horizon of furor

Rests my philopolis,

Where love takes tint like

Sun through the day.

Where a song shapes dreams

Of lush spring plums.

Words weave wisdom

Beneath the star burnt sky,

And light is the lining of

A unicorn’s horn.

In this philopolis,

Love ebbs in wind

It rustles on a mother’s lips,

Tumbles on a raconteur’s tongue,

Knocks a patriot’s chest thus seducing my pen.

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