Soumita Sarkar Ray (Kolkata)
Space between words...
Spring bathe me in its existence
Only because you are there in memory
Not a moment I'm alone in no instance
Every bit every move rapturous in revelry
Bitter moments turn sweet abound
Saddest lapse transform into heaven
When you are somewhere hidden around
Music of love allures with a heart open
Plurality of a life that walks away
The space between the words don’t need a say
A stretch of silence that we can hear
An image of some distant reunion gets clear
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