Nameless

What if it isn’t properly titled

It wanted to be inconspicuous and be there as silently as possible

Reminiscing the feelings that prompted the words to wake up

Narrating a story in a slumberous day

The slanting rays of dawn sneak up on the patio

Comparing the morning outside and inside the dwelling

Is there any chance that an untitled verse brings a reconciliation?

Sleepy hands rush through blank pages to huddle the emotions

Being vociferous and excited to recite their feelings

Yet, the verse will remain untitled; till the dawn intrudes

Some of the feelings are not entitled to be labelled

~Amitav