Bohemian
Spring
The
half buttoned shirt of youth
And
the sun burnt brown skin
Which
still bears the scar of the first kiss
A
beating of heart
A
slow retreat to darkness
A
bed with bit of warmth and never spoken dreams
I
hold it all like spring
For
you, when after all the bleeding
We
might love again.
Subhadip Majumdar
Tags:
Poetry