TO BE YOU
I said-
I wouldn’t touch the pen,
No ink would be available in
my three fingers
Though this was not a solemn oath
Yet it was obstinacy-
Not to relate me to the paper and table
But wherever I see you-
A drizzling symphony
knocks my inner door
A harmonious music
dances on my heart’s bed
A lyrical poem
wanders holding my soul
The Song Offerings leads me
to you to be you only
©Mahtab Bangalee/2025_April
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2025
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