I imagine you

I imagine you a little differently Not like a text gone rough Under yellow envelops not like September Whose cherry evenings fill up the Sky with gallery of footprints and stories and tales

But the way a painter keeps Away From the canvass a treasure of colours Scared enough to reveal his art to the World The shyness of a Poet to flute a Verse Nearby The cataract of rhymes His feelings so are parallel to mine

Or sometimes like Fallen leaves bunched Beneath the trees To kiss with snoring eyes the Mother earth Their end and the beginning so Delicately submerged

I imagine you a little differently In stillness of solitude In songs of silence As if someone As if no one

A special thanks to all beautiful readers.🙏🙏❤️