It’s been six months, I hugged her
Precisely six months and ten days.
Last time her eyes were red
And tears peeped through her eyes
Prior to this, she wept.
This time when I hugged her
I couldn’t measure her tears.
I suppose it was larger than the sound
Made by the landing plane
Whenever she hugs me
It feels like the shade of the trees, in the mid summer
Or a heavy rain on the cracking land.
I also feel the fragrance of the raw land
When the first rain embraces the earth
Green, green leaves and dew drops on it.
It’s been six months, I slept
On her high and lows of her breast.
Its six months ten days I hugged her.
Precisely six months and ten days.
Last time her eyes were red
And tears peeped through her eyes
Prior to this, she wept.
This time when I hugged her
I couldn’t measure her tears.
I suppose it was larger than the sound
Made by the landing plane
Whenever she hugs me
It feels like the shade of the trees, in the mid summer
Or a heavy rain on the cracking land.
I also feel the fragrance of the raw land
When the first rain embraces the earth
Green, green leaves and dew drops on it.
It’s been six months, I slept
On her high and lows of her breast.
Its six months ten days I hugged her.
5 comments:
Nice Poem...
Your poems always a leave me in a unconscious stage of mind, in a place where I find the great combination of poetic and reality...
Great Job Dear..
Keep it up
-Deepa
thanks a lot Deepa.. ur words are really so encouraging
Awesome,a cloudburst of strong emotions mingled with pain and perfectly co-ordinated with the right words. Keep writing!
Thanks a lot Tanaya
u leave me speechless, and thats a real tough feat because I am a real chatterbox...on a more serious note, very touching...
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