Crispy rush hour is strafing through me
How I console myself
The riddle of reminiscence dash the garden of my soul
The rain of your lips
The wind of your breath
Reverberate with dozen of depth
I can’t lay a hand on them
I can’t feel them
Laying like a tendril smashed by the squall of sorrow
Cling on the rust of fervent glow.
(c) raju baruah'10/07/2010
Raju Baruah
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