Midas Touch In The Name! - Poem by Seema joglekar
Let the name I call you by-quilt the torment raked,
By those scattered years; its charm like encircling arms,
Round them up in a glorious moment.Its sound -purge
Richoetting silence of the heaviest hour of many an idle day,
Like Chance the only accomplice, to breach the distance.
Now send it away, let it take its best bow.Your world has
Found its speech in my voice.Uttered –find the sighs of those
Unsatisfied hours, wrap its finger, around each bobbing curl,
Then fall like a kiss on your forehead.Let it recreate the
Subdued hush when we sat too near.Gather within its fold,
The reward, the test of our bond, its tensile strength, tying
Strings of our lives, with their golden brilliance.Daring
Place your big palm in mine, feeling their MYDAS touch,
Let the lines in my hand learn to blend to their every notch.
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