First feeling to hold your jubilant silky hand
Became the coldest heat of memories for now
I revived from forest of memories dear
Where your last graffiti was paved in our wood
Everybody witnesses our holding of hands
In various squares at crawling of night
But every night of your bygones, it chides my heart
Tattoed my thought as nothing is permanent
Became the coldest heat of memories for now
I revived from forest of memories dear
Where your last graffiti was paved in our wood
Everybody witnesses our holding of hands
In various squares at crawling of night
But every night of your bygones, it chides my heart
Tattoed my thought as nothing is permanent
Last holding, last aisle, last night and last sleep
All soil at last! ashes the memory lane with last!
So does my thought, eyelashes in your soul
But when you will wake up! sheets of windows will be closed!
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Sky roll their stars on my face
placing moon on my forehead
in a silver garb, I enter into your banquet
You were sprinkling smile on me
placing moon on my forehead
in a silver garb, I enter into your banquet
You were sprinkling smile on me
You placed your hand on my hand
Stir some juices of truth on your story
I was heeding your listening entering your shoe
Caged your inner birds free in solitary!
Thank you, dear! the way you respect me
With no any hesitation you nude your words
You dawn your feelings on my bosom
My emotions plum more for you!
Yesterday night esteemed us with rain
we waltz in our diluted pain
We! garnered our hand with tight holdings
Though watch tick ticks new altar for we!
Sunayana Kayastha
