Mourning
I kissed him on his cheeks
He did not wake
I kissed him on his lips
He did not wake
I kissed him on his forehead
He did not wake
I cried and cried and cried
I called the storm to keep me cool
I called the moon to show me light
I came out of the room hairs flying shroud
On to the street, deserted
It's raining hissing like vipers
Doors wide open
A distant sigh of blizzard.
MOURNING
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
11/04/2014
Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2014
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