The Morning Of 5th June Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

This morning of 5th June

When clouds are silent
And the wind is stopped
You are resting with
Expressions from an inner voice

No claims but a touch
Sometimes distant from across an ocean
The letters had your ink
And the smell filled the room

Rocking while you stood
With a whiff of air around
Like the Dardanelles, bridging
You were always close

In my sleep I whisper
I feel your touch
It is soft and mild
with no claims, our lives are just one