Carole
by Sonali Chanda
–Reading Time – 1 min Approx
His monsoon has a different quest,
Where one could drench like green pine leaves,
Often I wonder I’d fly high in the deep clouds,
From where his drops gather to quench my lips!
I didn’t read anyone, neither did I write for,
May be I’m lunatic much to read him more!
Often we burst in anger upon each other silently,
Often we caress with all our showers that’s seen by none!
I’ve travelled so far from where there’s no turning back,
I moved from one place to another, breaking the track,
No need of so many words, now all I need is silence,
Waiting since years which is still unheard,
The rare glimpses of he and me is needed much,
Few words needed which is garlanded with some precious touch!!
-by Sonali Chanda
Dear Reader, Hope you liked the post. If you think our initiative “The Creative Post” is worth supporting, then please support us by paying the amount you think we are worthy of. We believe, the value of content should be decided by the consumer. Hence we request you to evaluate our worth and pay accordingly by Clicking Here.
Please follow and like us:
