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Aching Winds
I touched the sky, left the land
Dwindling in the galaxy, I felt your hand.
The Perseus sparkling through my eyes
The twilight fading between my cries.
Your hand helped me climb to my throne
Ornately beautiful, a kind of its own!
The clock turned by , my sorrows withered
The throne was my crown, your hand was my tether.
The glorious days passed, passed through my breathing agony
The Crown had started rusting, I heard some cacophony.
Your grip was getting stronger, my worries piled up
I wanted to let you go, the courage I could never muster.
My Thrown destroyed, my crown burnt
I am left with a heart ache, a morbid hunt.
Your hand has held me tighter since, I feel an urge
To hold it through my heart, but my tears put me on a searing verge.
I need some time, I need my guilt to seep through
But I cannot afford to lose your grip; Yes , It’s true!
I cannot leave your hand , you feel so close
But my past glory keeps questioning my roads.
I want to walk with you and not leap to the sky
I want to touch the land again, please help me try.
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Debasmita Sanyal
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