The way you steal a glance or two
through the curls of your hair
blinding your eyes
obstructing that view
And how you kill that smile
ostensibly disappearing
before it can see the sight
in the brightest of the daylight
And when you perspire profusely
in cold mornings
while we shiver and wait
for our bus to arrive
And those pretentious occasion
when the voice dies in your throat
before it can find any distinct flair
forcing you to nervously tap fingers
on that vase by the table side
Everything that you do
and you chose not to do
and every occasion you
impede your love to freely flow
send quivering shocks down my spine
and though I try hard
the emotions betrays me
and invariably shows on my visage
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
loved it…and like the protagonists can’t hide it…
Thank you so much Geet. You said so well 😊
most welcome…thanks…you’ve created a wonderful piece worth savouring again and again
Thank you so much. Means a lot to me. Thanks for reading and commenting 🌸
well deserved
One of my favorites from your poems.You have penned very beautifully that it impossible to hide love, the strongest feeling, and how it catches the eye of the people.
Thank you Megha. Your comment is as beautiful as your poems. Your comment is a great way to start the day 🤗
Beautifully expressed poem🌹
Thank you so much Bhabana😊🤗
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