I smile at them.
Nothing stops us.
We are free to ooze out our nostalgia.
Faint memories of love stick with our hearts.
I love what she is.
She likes what I am.
None spills over the blindspots.
Time ties her up.
I am silent.
She misses the links of my love forever.
Melting the mindless echoes of love,
I speak with the shadows of the past.
Where am I going to?
I don't know the pristine prisms of love.
Crystal balls roll around us.
(Copyright:© Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,May02,2024)
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NB: This poem is dedicated to the refugees in Sudan.
