Kumud Ranjan (8th July / India)
Her love in me
Sometimes I have voices carried by the evening winds
Not sound but laughter & her heart beats
Her love in my soul is blooming
Me in myself, n my isolation is melting
She is a new dawn for me
My mind don’t want it to recognize
For it is afraid of facing the light
But my heart has somehow realized
It’s my dream that has revived
My silence applauded her presence
How sweet is she and her ignorance?
Soothed my heart like cool breeze
Of spring, I feel the enigmatic fragrance
Sometimes I feel afraid of the dusk
Will she accept me as her love?
Would I be ever cuddled by her?
Will God ever listen to my prayer…
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