Art by Pubali Dutta

Honour Plucking

Miss – if she has to go,
she’d be gone
in a few month or so.
What of the vows
of this reckless heart?

At dawn,
I wake up to
wake up to
see her
through
the curtains that her eyes
impose on me,
as my dreary heart which I cage
longs to engage
her in my arms.

To show, yet not to tell:
a freshly plucked jasmine for the witness,
in her honour which fell.

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Art by Pubali Dutta

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