Old pain
After a year, I saw him crossing the old road,
through my window pane.
A sudden startling I felt inside,
a gust of memories flashed in my eyes;
were you also holding your breath or my name,
or you are also still nurturing the subdued pain?
If you can cross the roads, then why not the boundaries?
Why can't you break the window pane and make me free,
why can't we together touch the skies?
Copyright © Plabi Pradhan | Year Posted 2024
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