Touch me not ...
by Orbindu Ganga



Netted were we
In our arms,
Dreams kneeled
Seeing our hearts,
Revered in our thoughts
Flared in one another,
Seeing the nuance
Thoughts of yestreen sailed,
A decade has changed
The surroundings,
Her thoughts still
Drift me aloof,
Smiling at will was she
Glancing and simmering,
Twilight lighted her
Night knighted her,
Hearted in firmament
Soul flows in serene,
Trying to near her
She whispered
"Touch me not ..."



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