Let me rest

I drink naught but the nectar

From the flowers of Eternity

Those blossom in the month of spring.

I am veiled in the pseudo colours of love .

Unwrap me from this ,paint me all black and white .

And clothe me with the alphabets of poetries .

Take my body from the imbroglio of life

And O’ hon’ divine ! let it rest

Upon pillows of your soft bosom..

And O’ hon’ divine ! Let me rest …

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    1. Manoj Kishore Nayak

      5 May 2018 Reply

      Thank you sir

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Manoj Kishore Nayak

Hitherto known as the "Tissue Paper Poet" and credited many a times with initiating the same genre of poetry I, contemplated of writing this blog where I could inter-alia, endeavour to write my random thoughts and publish that of others. The blog will contain subjects of myriad hues ranging from poetry & travelogues to sundry incidents. Being a 'bookaholic' I would like to tell you about the books I read and the authors I meet across the corners which will quench your thirst for literary entertainment and will impart a certain cachet to your intellectuality. Read More...
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