What Is It
What is it in me
that tells you so silently,
don’t go away
when you come out of dream.
I don’t hear my heart
murmur words sensibly,
your mesmerized yearning
dances to the silent music of mine.
What is it in you
that grips me so strongly,
doesn’t let me spread
my clasped wings to fly.
I don’t see you around me
in my unclosed eyes,
for my dislodged memory
you make a hidden cord to tie.
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August 14, 2017
For Brian Strand's Contest All Yours (Mar 20)
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2017
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