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 © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2015
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