fiction and poetry

A Day without the Bengal Tide

I assume my heart,
is in Bay of Bengal,
your love omnipresent,
I wait and wait
and try to drown.

All this ache and separation
I miss your voice, for this try,
in whisper, words and quantum’s of pause
I find you are a syllable of we, us and of touch

you are the dictionary,
I am the reader unread,

find me in between
please.


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