The Unsaid Word That Still Remain
A hard look and a smile
Enough to beguile?
Or has it just been a long while
A long while since dreams of autumn walks and sunsets strewn
Since meeting of eyes and that perennial evening swoon
Of dawning dusk and emptying of cages rusty with neglect
Fool I may be to give in to surfeit
I cannot ignore a hard look and a smile
New beginnings? May take quite a long while
She stepped up unconscious, to bravely beguile
Am I lost or broken?
Or is it a fleeting token?
Things are better left unsaid…
By Anuvab Chattopadhyay
who is a writer, poet and musician. He runs his own content startup and has worked extensively as a journalist and magazine editor. Anuvab prefers reading fiction in tandem with articles on cars, technology, lifestyle, biographies and music in his spare time.
Member since August, 2017
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