Epistolary Poem #176 Presented by Dr. Prasana Kumar Dalai of India and Kristy Raines of The United States of America


Me, an empty mind,sitting alone at dusk
Fetching musky fragrance in my garden
Many nights sans you I do stay awake
In distant horizon during dusk you peep
Sometime lighting candles in my eyes
It’s pity that life is painful and tearful
In the other side your laughter echoes
With ripples of mirth and joy all around
The distant city under blue sky exists
My unruly eyes look for the one so close
On this side of the world I weave dreams
And everyday I get reborn out of ashes .

©®Dr.Prasana Kumar Dalai @India.
Date.Sunday 03 Dec 2023.

She writes to him of a moonlit night…


As the sun goes down, I sit outside listening to the owls speak to me as I gaze at the stars above that begin to show up.
The smell of the jasmine fills my senses and I think of a time long ago that mirrored this very night.
Two people sit here laughing about absolutely nothing.
I can still hear it, and I smile.
Oh what a pity it is that some things change over time.
People come and go in life, but there are a few that leave their footprint on your soul. You are one of them.
From across the ocean I swear I can still hear your laughter.
I find myself at times watching for you.
On this side of the world I still dream of you as I hope so see you at least one more time…

You are still the flame in my heart.

December 3, 2023

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