Treasure Island

indira babbellapati

(visakhapatnam, india)

A love poem of sorts


Come, sit with me
for a while on this rock
to refresh ourselves
in each other's breath

It's long we had spent
any time with each other
our silences diluting
the unexpressed days

We may remain silent
in each other's presence;
let not our silence else
feed on each other's hungry absence...

Submitted: Friday, February 07, 2014

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