Tarun Singh

Rookie (14 Nov 1987 / Chandpur)

The Power Of Your Words

Met talked but no joy, nothing felt sensible-heart
Like air in stormy form necessary but couldn't be gulped
Or like in garden a cannibal bush came, bloomed, pinched as dirt
Words like this is instant without lure with no alert

Touching deep and making it to feel
Words whichever you told or the one that you taught
Unforgettable non-separable still there where you wrote

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