So they ask me.
Who you are.
Exactly what are you to me?
What do I tell them?
I stay quiet
You are so much
I cant say
You mean so much.
I cant tell.
You.
You are like a firefly in the
Mid summer night’s sky.
You are the feeling that gives birds
the courage to fly that high.
You are a glass of water
On a very hot day.
You are like the strong waves of the ocean.
Crashing on the bay.
You.
You are the smile after a hectic day.
You are the power that makes me say
COME.WHAT.MAY.
You .
You are that familiar beautiful morning rush.
You are the silence when kids playing hide n seek say .
Hushhhh.
You.
You are that senior’s nod of appreciation.
You are my every creation.
You.
You are that lovely homely warm feel.
You are that nostalgia wrapped 80s’ film reel.
You.
You are my first, last, only and every kind of love.
In my moments of rage.
You
Yes you are the peacekeeping dove.
You.
You are serene like that late winter’s moon.
You are that every message which says stay safe and see you soon
You are so much.
You mean so much.
And still
Still
I say….oh no, no one.
By: Sanchalika Das
It’s beautiful