NIGHT OF THE FULL MOON
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Published on : 01 Aug, 16 12:08
Dr. Sanchita Choudhury, Rourkela
I saw the hazy silvery streaks
splashed on your breast.
Could you see my shining eyes
waiting to see you bloom?
I wanted to know you more and more
lock you in my cerebral fancy.
Could you read my untold prayers
waiting for meaning?
I desperately wanted you
to hold on a while
and discover you
in words of silence.
Could you translate my dreams
waiting for the metamorphosis?
You are the ‘I’, I built in me.
I am the ‘you’, you never saw.
Perhaps I’ll drink forever
the ‘I’ in ‘you’ and build
a castle of your wanton form.
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splashed on your breast.
Could you see my shining eyes
waiting to see you bloom?
I wanted to know you more and more
lock you in my cerebral fancy.
Could you read my untold prayers
waiting for meaning?
I desperately wanted you
to hold on a while
and discover you
in words of silence.
Could you translate my dreams
waiting for the metamorphosis?
You are the ‘I’, I built in me.
I am the ‘you’, you never saw.
Perhaps I’ll drink forever
the ‘I’ in ‘you’ and build
a castle of your wanton form.
© CopyRight Pressnote.in | A Avid Web Solutions Venture.