The Burden Of Our Fallen Kisses Poem by Dhiren Doley

Blowing with the win,
and take a silent breath
as if the evening is approaching
with a news, you are coming
I fasten my tie with the dangling clouds
so that my hope doesn't die with the death
of the last sun ray
in the depth of the hungry night.

Without knowing what next to do
I remove the mirror from my front
with the fear that
you may find me
bearded and long-haired;
which grew up to tell you
how much I love you
how much I long to see you.

A silent pain appears inside
I don't remember how fast
emotion can erupt
There is already a storm
rushing in the sky
I don't want any star to fall
because of my desire

The night is already wet,
I don't know why I scream,
only when the birds spoil
the sanctity of the morning
I realise that you and I were one last night;
Let the grass bear the burden
of our fallen kisses