May be its not worth publication, May be it wont get the Name...
So what.... ITS NAMELESS!
Did Shakespeare say- and so did she.
The impression of her lips are still wet,
The plumes of the fire that she ignited in me is still so bright.
Asking her time and again i never got a reply,
All she said...." Lets not give it a name.."
A year has passed by...
Once it was me, who said so..
The wild horse is now tamed, yet the master-
Unwilling to ride.
Spring has made her charming.
Her glittering eyes did outshine the star,
Casting a spell on the mortal beings.
Her pretty soul very true to me-
Always feared to see me cry.
"Name", a word so familiar,
Yet unknown to me.
A feeling that rest in every heart,
To tie its loving being.
A name is not enough - i know,
I know , yet i urge-
May be i just want to call by it-
The purest thing on earth.
Poetry by Nilanjan Dutta
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Written on 2012-04-16 at 21:04
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So what.... ITS NAMELESS!
Nameless
"What's in a name?"Did Shakespeare say- and so did she.
The impression of her lips are still wet,
The plumes of the fire that she ignited in me is still so bright.
Asking her time and again i never got a reply,
All she said...." Lets not give it a name.."
A year has passed by...
Once it was me, who said so..
The wild horse is now tamed, yet the master-
Unwilling to ride.
Spring has made her charming.
Her glittering eyes did outshine the star,
Casting a spell on the mortal beings.
Her pretty soul very true to me-
Always feared to see me cry.
"Name", a word so familiar,
Yet unknown to me.
A feeling that rest in every heart,
To tie its loving being.
A name is not enough - i know,
I know , yet i urge-
May be i just want to call by it-
The purest thing on earth.
Poetry by Nilanjan Dutta
Read 449 times
Written on 2012-04-16 at 21:04
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