By Devashree Nachane
I understand your twenty from your five words,
but I no longer know if you like your chocolate fudge;
Here I am, expecting peace between our colliding worlds
Wondering if I should indulge?
My heart breaks a little to the sound of your slightest pain,
And your smile even from 8 thousand miles apart feels like the very first rain,
So connected to you by heart and mind,
Yet terrified to reach out to you,
Doubting if in time we can go behind,
And colour everything that turned blue?
The haunting chaos renders me incapable of extending my hand
When the little droplets pour to touch
As unsettling it is to understand
Too late, or maybe not so much?
By Devashree Nachane
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