Senses
I, wish for a hand, with a magical touch;
An unleashed dog would return to its hutch,
I wish I had a foot, with which I could tread;
Those distant galaxies, light-years ahead,
How I wish, with my tongue I could speak;
Moments of silence, would modesty-seek,
Only if I had an ear that could hear,
The beat of the heart, of an unborn deer;
In the snow-studded wilderness, I would trance,
At Polar bears watching, the Northern lights dance,
Could have I loved, so passionately,
That the skies would break, into tears of glee?
Copyright © Pradipta Roy Choudhury | Year Posted 2015
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