A twinkle from your eyes,
A dimple from your smile,
A firefly from your touch,
A pearl from your words,
I saved them all,
From time unknown,
To be locked up safe,
Someplace untold,
Then I let time slip by,
Not stopping to rest,
When I finally peeked in,
Everything had perished.
Now I cry,
Now I fret,
Now I search,
Now I beg,
The eyes look away,
The smile is gone,
You don't hold my hand,
And the words fall short.
© 2009 Rituparna Das
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