A Written Poem
A Written Poem
I have never seen -
myself
before;
the dusk I saw,
through your eyes -
realized my ruffled hair
and dreamy eyes -
want to cover your lucid eyes too;
slowly or more slowly your eyes,
also became wistful.
Birds flew over my corpse,
Your first tear-drop
made your first letter – hazy.
Copyright © Pinaki Ranjan Mukherjee | Year Posted 2010
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