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Rites Ghosh

I Know What It Means To Wait

I would not be tired
waiting upon thy gate
I would not be tired
holding these lilies, until
their violet- happy love
fades like bloodless emblem
under a crucial sun-

I know,
your mind will be
far from keeping these doors ajar;
while these petals of quest drop
their charming ribbons loose,
a day's decay makes me older
a quantum of silt
makes my river unknown more
through bushy shingles of time-

I have no mind of return
as I have no other earth left
down my feet

some doors are slapped close
to let other lights whisk in free-
from a rim of dark, some visions
slip profound upon soul's floor.

I see, your voluptuous hands
filled with reasons enough
as I have my sweaty palms
stuffed with proud beggary
your boat is too slim, deprived of room
I run the risk of crazy wind in me...

for love I walked a long way
under brown scarf of trees-
though I waved myself through
sorrow's fall
I could not love its hand
as I breath my love only in you.

I must not be tired-
beyond your concealed world
you must have some dower
to place me in joy.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Topic of this poem: love

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