Wonder what that warmth is
What makes the Daffodils glow..
For I thought I was dead..
Something seeped in today
Just for a moment
In the dead soul..
In the cold body
And after ages it seems
I felt it again
Life!
For it beckoned
When a poet
Wrote prose
Unlikely
Yet
A circumstance indeed
And something
Even if only for a moment
Seeped in me
And warm
I write for him
This cold dead hymn
To be engraved
On the stone that I am today
For one day
that he will pass by
and read them…
till then I rest
and he will know
only at last
that alive I had come
when I read him.
I can’t say no more
But
I can’t not say no more.
- Shalini
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