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The Quiet Echo
I have met you in my mind,
You have been a reflection of my desire.
I have worshipped you in my favourite mirror,
You have been a quiet echo in others’ eyes.
I never judged you inside the canvas,
Never found you in my head,
Never placed you on the stage,
Never let you out of my heart.
So many people to see,
So many places to go,
So many things to learn,
Yet I confine myself to your memoir.
To live in you is nothing but a daydream,
To be stuck in your voice is merely a yearning to be brave.
To get you out of the lonesome island
Is to get rid of the nothingness inside my head.
I will make you a dark circumference,
While you live in the encrypted figure.
No one can snatch you out of this cage,
Where you are destined—in the imaginary no man’s land.
Copyright ©
Abir Sawran
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