A soft yellow piece, I fill withChosen red words of desire
They wait to make their journey
Committed to convey a thousand longings
Immemorial and never ending.
Remember, if you're not there,
With the doors of your heart flung open
Remember that if my words don't feel welcome,
They shall not return;
For it is not in their nature to.
With the doors of your heart flung open
Remember that if my words don't feel welcome,
They shall not return;
For it is not in their nature to.
And the part of me I gave away
Wrapped in those words
That part,
I won't ever get back
Wrapped in those words
That part,
I won't ever get back
Very beautiful, loved the last stanza a lot.
ReplyDeleteTrue. I also felt the same. Also, with the flow of the poem, I was expecting something remarkable at the end of the composition.
DeleteThanks,both of you😊
DeleteThis poem conveys what even thousands of words can't. I am still absorbing the feeling embedded in it.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sir.
DeleteWords give away a lot dont they? Lovely Poem :)
ReplyDeleteAlways Vaisakhi. They always have and always will. Happy to hear from you. Thanks😊
DeleteThe fragrance of love and romance and the possibility of rejection so evident in this poem..beautiful...
ReplyDeleteThank you Sunita
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