(One of my earliest pieces that has survived the ravages of time. Though I can't remember its origins, I do remember that I was in my final year of school and, at the time, was visiting Kolkata.)
You roam around
to settle down,
Get up, to
again sit down.
Impatience in you
seems a virtue.
Yesterday, you came so close to me
almost becoming a part of me.
You seemed to speak to me,
but my ears failed me.
Like a sunbeam,
you exposed me
in all my transparency.
Clearly you saw,
my nectar, your honey.
Slowly, you drained me,
setting me free.
But, addicted to you
I keep regenerating,
yielding mine through time
to you, as a summer offering.
You roam around
to settle down,
Get up, to
again sit down.
Impatience in you
seems a virtue.
Yesterday, you came so close to me
almost becoming a part of me.
You seemed to speak to me,
but my ears failed me.
Like a sunbeam,
you exposed me
in all my transparency.
Clearly you saw,
my nectar, your honey.
Slowly, you drained me,
setting me free.
But, addicted to you
I keep regenerating,
yielding mine through time
to you, as a summer offering.
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