SOFTNESS
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The afternoon clouds fell on her lonesome face,

And the aura I saw there

Made me stick to the place.

I wished I could pass by,

But somehow I couldn't.

She smiled---

A smile no less beautiful than her golden voice

Which I experienced in the program

Just went off air.

And she stood in the midst of

Happy people,twittering

Happiness !

I made my way toward her,

And nearly went on to talk,

But an age-old vacillation

Stood between us.

We never talked or so,

But there's still a bridge,

A lonely bridge of hope,

Which I think of crossing...

And burning....

Burning inside,

Crying like a bitch ;

No consolation prizes I need,

I am digging deep into her motions,

Her celestial breath,

Those dreamy eyeballs...

That darker complexion

And my fidelity....

All become soft ; too soft !

© Kaustav Mondal.

12 August 2018 ; Sunday ; 7-47 pm.
© The Prodigal Son