Lets talk Inclusions

This evening
When it is raining,
How about talking,
-About 'Inclusions,'*
Dropping your pale hand
Onto my corned hand,
Where stones formed
By your Elizabethan pine,

This evening,
When it is raining,
How about talking?
Like my stream
Carrying Your pebble existence
As flows life through the street,
As part of my hands
With your hands mix,

And the other part
Of me
Forming an art...
Writing thinking etching on soul

( note: *Inclusions: by Elizabeth Browning,
Interestingly enough R. Tagore cited part of it , in his one essay on poetry and art of poetry and the role of a poet.)


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