Secret Feelings

There may not be an alternative pen to compose the secret feelings

Sighing within like a forlorn lover; wishing to immerse in the sympathetic ink

Echoes will be penned by the pen that glides assuredly across the page

When listening isn’t happening anymore, writing comes to the rescue

Sitting near the dull flames to ignite the tired soul from deep slumber

Hoping, the memoir will be read by someone, even if it is a curious glance

The dream of giving voice to the inner world comes true

~Amitav