I feel like a free bird
in the vastness of this dusk;
Though my freedom is confined
yet I smell a familiar musk.
The twilight has darkened
many marvels of the world;
But it couldn’t hide you
in the widespread bits of gold.
I’m stretching my arms far out,
beyond this saffron horizon;
Fingers are groping in the dark
to feel remnants of the gone sun.
Once a carefree soul,
flying in and out of my heart’s door;
Now, seeing a ghostly apparition
floating between my two worlds.
Copyright reserved: DrNikhat Bano
November 29, 2017.