The Weight Of This Nape - Poem by Asset Balin
In encompassing silence I hear it.
I hear it, continually from your eyes
So much more from the gleaming
Of a most modest tone of choice
We're done with the coaster
We know who we are - really.
We're clouds trying to glide
Whenever we knew no side.
Hide! Thy flame of ardour
A consequence you resolved
For thyself to order -however
The embers in you still glowed.
Flushes of vivid reminiscence
Remains & refrains us from feeling
A fountain of drooping sadness- -
Leasing not a time to strangeness.
I remember, how near we share
Our air, our acts, nothing to guise
We share the colours with the petals
In that iridescent garden of ideals
I remember how, you used to feel me
With those li'l cup and brim- so slim
Was the hourglass in you - so I deemed
To be desirous- - forgetful with the truth.
I remember how our strolls have been
Childlike as it seem- we twine our palms
Or when darkness comes- I carry you in
This arm of mine- underneath the stars.
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