you are a living dream
now you are here
besides  me

touching my hand, warm feeling
night is warm here, raining outside

did I hurt you ?
sorry then, if I did
sorry
if I touched  the places
where your secrets hide........

you taught me how to love
in your tear drops........I see my own reflection

this time and again, I am sorry
I do not.....pretend.........


(C)asoke kumar mitra. March 12,2015:21:49, India,Kolkata