Treasure Island

Uttam Biswas

(kustia, Bangladesh)

Fearful Silence

May be we shall never meet again.
Since we last departed-
I pass my days
Reminding your face,
At night in my dreams
I outline your eyes and lips
And kiss those in silence,
The silence that
Eats up my brain.

May be we shall never meet again.
I can remind those days
When you staired at me
And like a magnet
My eyes stuck on you.
I can remind those days
When you used to talk
Like chirping birds
And used to shooth my ears
As though pouring nectar
In my ears.
But now the moments are gone
And every thing is silent.
The silence that
Eats up my brain.

Let us come together once again.
Let us dance and sing and stair
And chirp,
Please help breaking the fearful silence
That eats up my brain,
Let us grab life together
And live it up to the limit.

Submitted: Monday, July 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 24, 2013

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