Poem by Asoke Kumar Mitra
SILENT COLD FINGERS…
An endless ocean touching your feet
Your silent cold fingers touching mine
Moon above a book of rhymes
Discovered the silence in you
Want to listen to the whisper of the moon
The tempting fragrance of seaweeds
See your face in the mirror
The mirror smiles
Happiness a flying bird, a stranger on the seashore…
Never forget your promise
The mirror screams
Obsessive cold fingers holding mine
(C)Asoke Kumar Mitra, February 2021
