Poems From My Teenage: 4- The Drying Lips... Poem by Subhas Chandra Chakra

I knew what to say
Never knew the how…
My thoughts sped so fast
My lips were so slow.

Every now and then
I tried to shape my tongue..
Whateverhad I meant
My words proved me wrong.

I never cared the books
However large they were,
I onlyfelt your looks,
Starting within to flare.

Exams came andpassed,
It was world's go!
Till that last day dawned,
I heard my voice low.

Rickshaws pulled us apart,
We bade each a bye…
The tearsbled the heart,
My sobbingturned a sigh.