Its good that you know me not
Far apart shall echo muted pain
In intimacy, a hesitant blush
Deep, in the rush of spring
The surge of shades million
Paint the breeze melodious
Fragrant, the jewels be cherished
In dreams of a perfect mating
Glimpsed have I the
Tempest reigned in unkempt
Locks, the bohemian jazz of
Unchecked hush of whispers
Loud and the unsaid stays
Embedded in my flute tuned
To sing your songs unwritten yet
Its good that you know me not
(Inspired by this wonderful song by Tagore which can never be told in any other way....)
