I can see a storm bellowing quietly behind those intense eyes,
The smirk with many meaning and different shades of forbidden lies,
The restless soul trying hard to anchor in past yore,
Countless thoughts keeping her awake behind that trap door.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

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