Sitting beside my open Windows
sending ethereal byte
waiting you for responding to me
from the other side of night.
Here you have my token of love for you
a bucket full of glee.
Do you send me a bouquet of sunlight
hearing to my plea?
O my distant heart my dear
don't you call me an intimate friend?
Keep your heart and Windows open
to allow me greetings send.
Take my grey for blues of yours
and silver as much as you need.
Don't feel shy to cry aloud or laugh as much
I am waiting to heed.
© Palas Kumar Ray.All rights reserved.
Palas Kumar Ray
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