A Word

By Kirtiman Hazarika

You've put paid to every word, 

Even before it can escape, 

From me, from you, to you, it's so absurd, 

Yet Silence wears you better, like a drape.

And when you walk in its cold shade, 

I know you have nothing more to say, 

And yet you know each word I bade, 

To plead, to pray, my wish for you to stay.

Not yet a glance to acknowledge, 

That I am here without your Rain, 

You hold still while I seek knowledge, 

Of your smile to ease my Pain.

So here I look without much hope, 

At Beauty loved by every eye, 

Straying from my pride to cope, 

That someday you’ll soon reply.

By Kirtiman Hazarika