When eyes do all the talking alone <br />Lips need not stir or move any longer <br />Fumes of pain singe rise and groan <br />Almost a stranger suddenly grows fonder <br /> <br />Strings of restrain start flying high <br />Friend, who can control the race of mind? <br />Speech pauses and closer brushes sigh <br />Who could- my peace – can see and find? <br /> <br />In one dim corner of the heart housed <br />A clutch- a fold- a cut – a song- a pounce <br />For never had such emotions abused <br />me, so much as this titillating ounce.<br /><br />Soumita Sarkar Ray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beginning-of-love-4/
