Pranab k c <br />05/09/2011 <br /> <br />Nice your hand <br />you stretched to clasp <br />profound sky stopped to stoop <br />a little palm its clear invitation <br />opened your soul to touch my heart <br />confused I hesitated I with dirt-stained coarse <br />beyond beach an ocean of uncertain <br />chained my legs to hold all passion <br /> <br />gravity fails to deploy its magnetic bind <br />a me more than me widened ecliptic axis <br />with blunt my eyes, fixed my toes, shut my arms <br />when shouted your name with every dropp of blood <br />absolutely unheard by unsoud treachery <br /> <br />waited long <br />humiliated <br />no song sung by warm <br />holding sky again waving your buds <br />you returned <br /> <br />and I a fourth dimensional doll <br />hanging alone in the space to loose <br />all moments of esteemed staying <br />simply to draw a line of dark <br />just to demonstrate a life more than death<br /><br />Pranab K. Chakraborty<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-can-t-46/
