Feeling the same every time, I hold your hand.
Walking through every shadow, dark in the land.
I search you separately in times of solitude.
To cry my heart out and find the world of subdued.
Your warmth arms twitch my heart,
And my timorous voice hard to find the Bossart.
Gladly I find the trace of tranquility,
Behold the ardour in midst of gracility.
Sudden gaiety and exuberance in the persona,
Fulfill the shape of beauty, moulds in the charisma.
I found the love hidden and veiled.
Standing there he was restrained and paled.
There was harmony in the grasp of mind.
You and he unlike to allure me to find.
I can’t hold you anymore in the dark land.
Not even find his glimpse and stand.
Was I desperate in search?
Was I eager to hold?
Was I long to fulfill?
Was I there or a body without its soul?
By Sushma Saha