Heart Wave
A windy summer day
Colored by the bright yellow hays
As if inviting the mind to go astray
To a place where it prefers to stay
This swirling thought of mind
And the feeling that goes unwind
Can I keep this mellowness as mine?
Or should I let it be declined?
I know not what the designation
Of the feeling I come to encounter
Is it love, care or affection?
For that I have no answer
Hail the wind that sweeps my hair, the sun that brushes my face
I care not for what the word or phrase
For the heart wave I come to sense
Is nothing like a fake pretense
Copyright © Diba Basar | Year Posted 2011
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