Omair Bhat
My silent friend,
I’ll answer you…
I’ll answer you…
If you ever dared to ask ,
which language I yearn to speak,
which language I yearn to listen,
My calm of gloomy eyes,
shall paint your juvenile qualms white,
amidst the stale airs of transgression
silhouetted against a banished smile.
I’ll answer you..
my silent friend,
if you ever ask ,
Which seasons I yearn to see ,
which breeze I yearn to feel .
My solitary thuds of heart ,
shall paint your eyes
eternal green
to pronounce birth of a golden age
amidst the obscure agape gazes of oppression
drooling over a forsaken pleasure of time.
I’ll answer you …
my silent friend If you ever dare to ask ,
If you ever feel like asking ,
I’ll answer you
I’ll answer you
(Poet is a para medic student hailing from Lolab, Sogam)
