By-Shristi Pandey
People may say spring is here
Everything is upstaged with fragrance too
You are right there, waiting,
Saying you won’t leave without me
I hear your bicycle as I finally agree
You wanted this you said, you wanted us to flee
Up to the sky, and then back to you
Holding my gaze a little longer than I should,
Swear had freezed time, only if I could.
I hear the same song, we listened to that day
No it doesn’t sound the same anymore
Without the chorus, it gets all bore furthermore
We bumped into this ice cream parlour where you helped me manage the pretty girl’s number
And let me lose my mind,
I do text that girl sometimes.
Stopping by the post, you asked if we could walk
I had your hand by mine, you were so near
You talked of journeys, and orchids and life
While the symphony of your voice was all I could hear.
Now that you’re far
I cannot endure this yearning,
For I’m resolute this moment to hear whatever you got to say
Keeping the blues at bay
Only if you got back here, to stay.
People say spring’s here
But I can’t hear any bicycle bells, no
Time has shut down much of the sorrow
And unsaid things deep down
And only if you got back to borrow
For the world around is all mellow.
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This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn