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						TWO LOVERS by Bhaskar Roy Barman 
						
						Bhaskar Roy Barman
  Once on an evening in a desolate place
  far from the madding crowds eternal strife
  I stood closeted with the eve-beauty
  manifested around the place,
  exposing myself to the eerie and stifling air
  and trying to attune my ears to the bacchanalian fits
  of silence dancing in moonlight.
  My eyes darted over to a pond
  as big as a lake,
  then bumped into a teenaged girl beckoning 
  at a figure of a boy bathing in a profusion of moonlight
  at a little distance . 
  The scene had me remember myself sitting at a table
  In a crowded restaurant
  and a girl the age of the girl yonder near the pond
  treading unescorted her way through the drunken fits
  of many a drunkard ogling at her beauty
  over to a handsome boy sitting at a table near mine
  and smiling an intimate smile.
  She was fearless of the drunkenness of the drunkards
  and the way they are ogling her,
  as was the girl yonder near the pond
  of the silence and desolateness of the place.						 
						
						
						
						
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