To all things
beautiful,
how I wish
your shimmer
would freeze
and not flow away...
How I wish
the clock would
stop for us—
frozen. Still
in beauty
the colour
of my rage
would turn
a shade more mellow.
Yet the candle
burns and the
wax lies in a
pool of memories—
the shimmer flew by
just a flickering
black shadow, can
I have it back please?
Anirban Kapil Baishya(2/4/2012)
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