The Glory

Swadeque EK

Tonight-

I pulled the trigger of my dreams.

Stars-

Glimpses with the glory-

In horizon.

I felt; solitude of one among them.

The western breeze-

Strokes on the leafs of-

Neems of Academy.

Which springs-

The scent of that glory.

When HE-

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I was-

Painting the Antibus of Picasso

Without ink;

And without colour

My throbs-

Is storming in desert,

With the sand hut-

By looking that glory

I’ve seen the wings,

With the firing lights-

Even in the day of New moon.

The glory is;

So close to me

Even it is beside the cloud