...THOSE I LEAVE HALF SAID....
Pain is the harshest when all exits are closed..
The look in your eyes are all I count with my breathing paused..
You never said anything, yet your words are more expressive..
Had you told me anything, I would have kissed your brows impressive..
All are not said Monalisa, when I speak you it is my heart..
Those I leave half said are the sweetest things you term as flirt..
When you stay calm and silent, you kill me dear I am always afraid..
It is you I swear my love who hears the first words ever I said....
©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA
Pain is the harshest when all exits are closed..
The look in your eyes are all I count with my breathing paused..
You never said anything, yet your words are more expressive..
Had you told me anything, I would have kissed your brows impressive..
All are not said Monalisa, when I speak you it is my heart..
Those I leave half said are the sweetest things you term as flirt..
When you stay calm and silent, you kill me dear I am always afraid..
It is you I swear my love who hears the first words ever I said....
©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA
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