Untold Poem by Tanvir Sikdar

Untold Even words have words unsaid, Echoed on the silent wall ahead. Beyond the eyes, beyond the view, A vision lingers in dreams we knew. What lips may speak is just a part, Love resides deeper, within the heart. It's not the voice but the quiet grace, That keeps affection in a sacred place. Even laughter hides a trace, Buried deep in jaw's embrace. A trembling touch, a finger's slip, Might stir the pain from lips kept zipped. Tears, too, have a tongue unknown, Not just in drops the eyes have shown. They speak in poems, soft and wise, In chosen words where feeling lies.