As I am opening the door
Round colored lights in my eyes
A dominant rhythm everywhere
In my ear drums
Center of my chest
My toes
My whole being in angling
Only for your presence
The peephole is not needed
My body has already told me
All left for you, my sweet
Is to enter
And yet
This moment seems to stretch
Into several years
Why?
Do you hear my breathless whisper?
Why, why, why ...
-
Chandni Girija
Day 25 of 30 | 30 Peoms in 30 Days | National Poetry Writing Month #napowrimo
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