Namrata Talukdar
Run with the sparkling stream,
Conspire with the fireflies,
And catch hold of that red carpet
It got laid in the aisle of my heart,
Deep and twisted.
Burst the plethora,
That shakes my world
Without you it's dreaded,brutal and cold
My heart is an enemy now,
Walk down the aisle,to extract the despise,
Make it love again.
Talk to my loved one,
Bring them back
As the cactus let's the droplets flow
Each prick a day,murkier it turns
The beautiful aisle of love
Is filled with the blood and gore
Walk down my love,walk down the aisle
Purify the paths of glory,
Mope it with faith.
Smiles substitute tears,
The aisle of love is all yours,
No thinking twice,
Walk down to glory,
Walk down to the heap of undying trust
And let the hyacinths grow more,
So that the rebirth of love may happen
The aisle then may bring roses from the heaven,
The aisle may turn a hopeful haven.
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Namrata Talukdar
works at Down Town University
and lives in Guwahati
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