Poetry Poem by Bireswar Halder

Poetry



My heart breathes deep for her
Only a shadow, my idle hours
I await her with bated breath
But she is a mirage, I keep waiting

She is a mysterious angel
Tired, I retire to slumber
She gingerly enters in mid-night
And flings words as rapier

I carefully unveil her face, I gaze
At her ruddy shivers, I pause a little
I sketch her out with heart's colours
And do blend the hearts in warmth.

Is it a mirage, no, thoughts are real now
I cannot resist her and wants to fly away
I droop when I fail to bind her heart her
Though she is restless, buoying with verve.

When finally she appears before all
After offering me her angelic muse
I leap into a notch higher, I breathe free
The angel in the sketch rises to life.

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