I would have loved thee more
— Srijit Raha
I would have loved thee more
I wished thee stay for aye
Gripping my arms in breast of yours
So dimmed my wits that believed this life
But failed to notice its shadow.
Now I score thy grave to see thee more
And sleep with thee in this dark meadow.
My prose for thee have grown into weeds
So stiff, so pale…
With lifeless views.
My blood had shrank in inks of nibs
That sketches the ribs of yours.
I smell thy hairs
I smell thy torcs
And kiss it over and over
To cry in thee,
To be in thee,
To fade in thee forever.
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