Poetry

Will There Be the Moment?

She draws me closer every time I try to move away,

Her eyes look through my heart,

Every time I try to avoid them…

My silence breaks every time I see her smile…

My heart beats fast every time I think of her… Will there be a moment?

Will there be the moment?

When the time will stop as I draw her closer… And hide her in the red chambers of my heart,

Never to let her go.

~Debdoot Mukherjee
Kolkata, India

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