Is There Any Chemistry Left?
I haven't started
the story.
So, I didn't end.
I know what happens
when fire clashes fire.
I don't know to
extinguish it.
I managed to stop
my heart's beat.
I'm very far,
from you,
from your everyday
routine.
You love me---
I can't say.
You hate me
out of love
which you can't
reach.
Even I don't know
the word love.
I have to stay
happy with my
built-up hearth.
That's true.
Will you please,
bid me goodbye?
Hope no, chemistry
is left to keep
us glued.
Let me sit
beside the open
window, from
where I can watch
the shifting of
the cloud.
No fire will
take me near you.
I'm fine here
with my sweet home.
Is there any chemistry
left?
poem by Debdarshana Sen
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