Today,
Like many other days,
I spoke out boldly,
Every word, I have always
Wanted you to know.
In my head.
Today, again,
Like all other days,
In your bewitching presence,
I could just about painfully extract,
One, single, pathetic, 'hi',
From the bottom of my wasted heart.
© 2009 Rituparna Das
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