I said-
I wouldn’t touch the pen,
No ink would be available in
my three fingers

Though this was not a solemn oath
Yet it was obstinacy-
Not to relate me to the paper and table

But wherever I see you-

A drizzling symphony
knocks my inner door

A harmonious music
dances on my heart’s bed

A lyrical poem
wanders holding my soul

The Song Offerings leads me
to you to be you only

©Mahtab Bangalee/2025_April