My Moments
My moments came and gone.
With my surprised mind,
I kept drawing all over the sky
not knowing it’s me or her.
A little touch of her
makes me shiver and quiver
her so few sweet little words
that I always hear.
With her fragrance
I make myself drunk
now I am with my stumbling feet,
moved from pub to pub.
Her hair made a maze
in which I tried to walk
with a destination but always got lost
running in a circle forever.
Wherever far away I go
her melody chases me behind
intoxicated in her tune
I left myself nowhere.
Copyright © Manas Roy | Year Posted 2018
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