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Modern Poetry>Sunil Gangopadhya
A Truth Bound Sentiment This hand has touched Neera's face, could I use this hand to commit a sin, ever again? In the late evening glow swathing the hanging balcony, a 'daring' light had fallen on her face, and like a telegram, had instantly revealed Neera's grace! A hint of a smile had merged on her brows and eyes, or was it the shine of mica-fines? At such times, I so long to call that lady, just a 'babe'. I raise my right hand and with my muscles flexed, I whisper to myself -- 'Be worthy of her, Be worthy and rise' I touch Neera's chin -- This hand has touched Neera's face, could I use this hand to commit a sin, ever again? These lips have told Neera, 'I love you', once, could a deceit play on these lips ever again? Coming down the steps I remember, all of a sudden, that the most important words were yet to be said! A breeze from the alien shores would one day, soon, carry this lady away as nimble and graceful as a swan! And the stairs would all give way to the surge of a sudden quake! I stop, and look deep into Neera's eyes ... I realize, love is such an ardent pledge, a deep emotional bondage, and a sentiment bound in truth. My eyes begin to burn ... standing on the steps, these lips had told Neera, 'I love you', once, could a deceit play on these lips, ever again?
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