A thing that still hasn't come up to my lips and only peeks through my eyes, <br />It asks for words, sometimes from me and sometimes from you, <br />So that it can wear those words and come to the lips, <br />And so that it could be embraced by words.. <br /> <br />But this thing is actually a feeling…only a feeling, <br />It's like a fragrance floating in the air, <br /> <br />Fragrance, which has no voice…and about which you know and I know too. <br /> It is not hidden from the world, what kind of a secret it is?<br /><br />Javed Akhtar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-thing-that-still-hasn-t-come-up-to-my-lips/
