Read Poem: Native places, by Abhya Kajal

A motionless, eloquent wave would hit me, every now and then.
That could do things to me, not even a curse can.
Soothe me, for what I dreamt; leave some hope
Then break me into infinite pieces; hang me over the love rope.

Those blue orbs would hold me in their dark prison
In all those bilious moments of disagreement
Still, I would not sue you for invasion
’cause you came, played with my sentiments.
Oh I cried, yeah, those screams echoed in my mind
I focused on letting it go, but they held me and rewind.
All pearls of lonesomeness flew away,
I was left with deaf and senseless minutes of the day.

No one, but you can help me.
No voice, but your sweet sayings will set me.
No hands will toy with mine,
Only your eyes will make thy twinkle and shine.
I sighed alone with distress.
Could he not hear me; had he gone passionless,
Such a tender heart and still won’t express.

Why am I not as are the dead?
Then, I’d better die in his arms
One short hour of native air, and indeed,
I haven’t found that yet!

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