Ratan Bhattacharjee

01-12-1957 / Kolkata

My Heart Becomes A Continent

The temple bells fade into silence
The ripples of river dance in glee
Jasmine and champak bloom in the garden
When you are with me.
The moon sails out in the azure sky
The ships float like seeds in the sea
My heart is a shore of golden sands
When you are with me.

My heart becomes a continent
It has rivers, and lakes and a vast sea
The milk white swans swim all along
When you are with me.
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