His cognitive talks
That Have bright ideas
(enough light in his eyes to outshine the city by the way)
An elegance to the edge of
The words he uses
(enough grace in his hands to leave my tears dry)
He inspires me by his little things
(he is a big entity of my life)
He says small, sweet words and
Twinkles spread all over
(the size of his heart is huge enough for
Me to reside therein)
And the euphony of his lute
Would just cure the cacophony of this world.
***
There is something bleeding that
Wants to come on this paper
But, its afraid to fall out,
Because it doubts will it ever
Get a home as warm as my heart?
-these words are convinced of my heart’s warmth.
***
Author's Bio: Rachana Ashok Bhosale is studying in MA Part 1, at Fergusson College, Pune, India. She loves to read and write poetry. She has delivered few lectures in schools on Personality Development and has a keen interest in teaching.
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