In Vacant Hours Poem by HARVENDRA SINGH
In Vacant Hours
In vacant hours,
when your moving steps are absent
and the sound of your lips is missing,
I enter into my own heart
and listen to the music it makes.
For every melodic tone
resonates with your voice,
and sometimes, in a corner,
I find your smiles;
and the electricity they generate
matches the current of your touch.
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