by Gopikrishnan Kottoor
Say
one word, one more word,
one more please.
You said once
you would say it all,
and I waited with the eyes of birds
waited, and though the waiting hurt
you did not say,
perhaps you said
and I unheard went the river ways,
of roots in embrace upon stones
the trees
that cover the breeze
with their saddest songs:
for
whoever heard the words you said
never said you never said,
or ever said you ever said
those words you wished to shutter
and that I meant all my life
to catch , upon your lips
as waiting boats, all lit
waiting for another tide.
From:
The Zong
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Gopikrishnan kottoor
Last updated May 02, 2015