Behind the Curtain

Behind the curtain there is a world of calm,
behind the thick green
the backwater/haven,
the profound quietness.
It is an untouched realm, its silence.
From the liquid spectre
of another world,
from another reality of scattered sounds; from another entangled/complicated/involved
time, they call me.

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Mrinal Devburman

First I thought of something behind the mask or cover wear by the Islamic ladies. Later, I have gone through the lucid clear words in a perfect frame. Its depinga.

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