Monday, June 3, 2013

For Cindi...

i remember...
From seven seas far
Once she coming
To my cloud
Where i post my gibberish no doubt...
And she posted her love
And her smile...
i remember...
She coming on another day
Only to say...
Nice words...
i remember her...
Her face...
Her smile...

God...
learnt just
She had taken the journey another...
She could have told us
She was preparing for
That journey?
May be...
Within...
Without she was so indulgent...
Writing ...
Poems
And sending them
To her cloud...

God...
Make her strong
Next time around
For we need her...
Did not we?

(note: on Cindi Silva...a poet..and a lover sure... She had made the journey far...)

©moinakdutta
www.theboatsong.blogspot.com

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