Treasure Island

Soumita Sarkar Ray

(Kolkata)

Return My Identity


Can you return my love?
my stretched land of love for you.

Can you return me my wait?
my long wait to have a glance of you.

Can you return me my days?
my painful lonely days just for you.

Can you return me my nights?
my sleepless nights awake in your dreams.

Can you return me my smile?
my sunny smile shaded by a flood of tears.

Can you return me my embrace?
my tight embrace to grace you in arms.

Can you return me my kiss?
my passionate kiss which was just for you.

Can you return me my identity?
my bright identity which I lost
in the quest to win and acquire you.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013

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