Tamanna Ferdous Poet Free verse

That Day

I was standing there, 
 In the middle of his room
 I was looking for a pen, 
 I needed to take down a number.
 A tidy, clean room ; 
 A beautiful sticky on the page of a diary.
 
 “Unspoken love is something
 Very hard to deal at times
 It simply touches you somewhere, 
 Shakes you to the core
 And leaves an unfinished page behind; 
 An open-ended perception.”
 
 From the window of the room, 
 I saw those beautiful, white, floating clouds
 Those white clouds were moving swiftly, 
 Those diffused horses of my imagination!
 I closed my eyes to bid those swift clouds farewell 
 As they have to reach the temple of Parthenon, one day.
 
 That day, I will write a letter to Athena, the virgin, to greet those clouds!

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