I Can Feel You

by Rupradha Mookerjee

In the chilling zephyr of the morn,
In the blood of the new born,
In the stillness of the night,
In lost memories of my sight
I can feel you.

In the emptiness of my house,
In the form of my spouse,
In the unkindness of your absence,
In the aura of your reminiscence
I can feel you.

In the harsh reality of your death,
In the fragrance of your wreath,
In the mourning lullaby,
In the endless despair’s cry,
I can feel you

11-Apr-2010

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