Heart Is Gathering Dust

Heart is gathering dust from the past
                             Out of the blue comes the mast of sea
                                 Blanching foam covetous ream
                           Words burst like ghosts on me a miscast
                                  And they write in a good seam
                            Under the gleam of stage fools around
                      Under the gleam of stage my hands are browned
                               In the crib of life under lock and key.


                              Heart is gathering dust from the past
                              I must see they're not gathering rust
                              In the gatherings of wild talks hushed
                                         Between you and me.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Nunez Avatar
March 1, 2015 at 9:46 AM
Rajat, this is poignantly sad and beautiful. Good luck in the contest. 7 for me. Hugs and smiles :D Kim
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March 1, 2015 at 10:07 AM
Love Kim. Enjoy your weekend.>>>Your friend
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