SILENT COLD FINGERS… / Poem by Asoke Kumar Mitra

 
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

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