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…
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This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn
Deep heartered, Silent words… Loniness.. Quite lonliness… Good writing.. God bless you…