Men In My Life
Those souls are of many shades
They walk past me in my dreams,
often with an utter silence, a heavy one,
And, all I do there, is watching those T-Shirts.
T-shirts have the strangest stories of this world
Often in the subtlest way, right on the chests.
One of them used to smoke, one was a poet
And one was a sweet childhood memory,
Left me pondering, for his pal, in the here and now.
And I watched them grow, one by one, as a blooming flower
Where each petal is a hue of gorgeous divine gratitude
Meant only to breathe and to keep the very breathing going on...
I call them friends,
As all colors are a dried space with an uneven texture
Where words hold the unspoken stories,
with traces of Murphy's law
And with a sigh of a lesser prejudice
Of choosing none.
June 25, 2022
Inspired by a Tagore song.
https://youtu.be/3sRLvceliZ0
(This poem is dedicated to my daughter).
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2022
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