Penned By B D Narayankar
From where you had taken a turn
that bend in the room
is still lying there
My mind is
still rooted there
with countless whirls
tied round my feet
You were steadfast -
I call you out,
And I had this hope
you would reach me out
Your name was on my lips
but my voice ... broken
How I wished
we could break the ice
and trudge through every day ... living
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