MY POEM REVIEWED BY EMINENT PROFESSOR OF ENGLISH Prof Dr Nirakar Dash OF ASSAM UNIVERSITY.
HUMBLED AND HONOURED.
LOST WORDS !
My eyes do tell an untold tale
A bit nostalgic, fading memories
That used to flow in small streams
No matter whether one listens or not
She used to talk ,things familiar to me
Like writing passages and reciting lines
It ended as my tears stopped rolling
A better time would dawn in my life
The lost words would reverberate
Again in my untamed lips sometime.
Epistolary poem #184 By Dr. Prasana Kumar Dalai of India and
Kristy Ann Raines of The United States of America
THINGS REMAIN UNREAD!
You tread this way every day
I often meet you on your way
In silence, we speak together
Feelings said but a few unsaid
With a little shyness in your eyes
And cherubic smile on your lips
Some haughtiness in loving ire
The butterfly and flower can’t play
You must have penned those thoughts
Might have torn them apart many a time
You’re bashful in front of your friends
Things of two hearts remain unread.
©®Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai@India.
Date.Monday,29 Jan 2024.
She breaks her silence with him…
THINGS TWO HEARTS LEFT UNREAD!
THINGS REMAIN UNREAD !
You tread this way everyday
I often meet you on your way
In silence we speak together
Feelings said but a few unsaid
And cherubic smile on your lipsSome haughtiness in loving ireThe butterfly and flower can’t play
You must have penned those thoughts
Might have torn them apart many a time
You’re bashful in front of your friends
Things of two hearts remain unread.