By Himanhgshu Gogoi
Maybe the description of me you have
Is merely a reflection of yourself in my stillness-
Just like the moon on the surface of a pond
On a calm and silent night.
The picture of me you have is lovely,
But it's hard to believe it's mine.
I am so glad, on this mysterious planet,
Dear bud, that we have our share of time.
Your words hit me so hard, dear bud-
You have blended your soul with mine.
Like my eyes, my nose, my hands, my friend-
You are a part of mine.
The picture you have shown me as mine
Is so beautiful and lovely.
I shall keep it intact
Till the end of my time.