By-Tanushree Rath


The haunting memories

The exhausting summer heat

Pain so deep in those soar eyes

Locking up the soul

With ferns of love


I was wrapped in your arms so tight, but was somewhere else

Moved by my thoughts

Neglected by my soul

I was numb, non-responsive

To the touch of your finger tips on my lips


I was being gulped up by my loneliness, which was so deep

That even your sweet idioms

Can't be heard

Your hands wrapped around me

Felt like a thorny cage, to be left


I went too far to be reached

Although I was there with you

But my soul was set free…



This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn


1 comment

  • Deep heartered, Silent words… Loniness.. Quite lonliness… Good writing.. God bless you…

    Rabindra Rath

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