Poem by NilavroNill Shoovro
The Magicians
The clock was too busy
To count the time
Only we two, knew
The joy of counting
The time, residing within
Each other’s breathes
I was little bit awkward
At first, she managed it
With all her experience
Since the primordial moment
With her elegance, and
The rhythm of feminine beliefs
I was watching her eyes
Confident and patient
Playing with my nerves
Guiding me all through
The inner chambers
Of my soul, like the
Magician with the magic wand
Infront of the audience
Perplexed and stunned
I too, went through the
Tunnels of life, mesmerized
And hypnotized like
The first man ever…
23rd June’ 2022
ATUNIS GALAXY POETRY 