Love you smile like you’ve always smiled
Milk smooth skin, hills in your eyes
Why sit in a room?
Your dreams ironed without creases
Fresh as dew-air in a misty morning
Washed in burning detergent
Why keep in a wooden almirah?
Love you walk on beats of drums
Sound like thunder after lightning
Why listen to the feeble heart’s beat?
Oh, you sing so free tearing the cloth off the sky
Bizzare your voice, knows no direction
Why recite Plath?
Love, you smile
Why tears?
( Diporbil, yet again)
So well framed