THE SOFT CORD
Nearer to the soul ends the topic,
Distant from hearts, life is desperate,
The borderline of love stays stoic,
Look for life eagerly communicate, (1)
Early bird thought found a branch,
Wait for the mate, dreams persist,
Vacant eyes a pale moon chance,
Dark spots on a wooden bench exist (2)
Solace, cold breeze, a silent night,
Solitude surrounds the darkness,
Loneliness brings aspiration quite,
Murmur of dry leaves life impress, (3)
An attachment of invisible trust stays,
The inseparable bond is fragrant,
Resemble, like jasmine, it displays,
Her approach sat soon adjacent, (4)
A pain of missing a pang of the heart,
Dissolves quickly, dreams a reality,
Whisper, the cool air soothes impact,
Arm in arm, hand in hand, ability, (5)
Worry, tension that played havoc,
Changed to smiles invite laughter,
Unending gossip conveys to the lock,
The birds in a nest chirping sheer, (6)
Melted agonies her presence well,
The closeness bonding resurfaces,
Unspoken feelings wordless swell,
Portray the conjugal life and trace (7)
A night rising moon, drowsy eyes,
Her love sleeping on the shoulder,
The presence of bliss, the soft cord ties,
A cuckoo sings in a tree, hail louder. (viii)
Written by: Bijayananda Mishra
Date of writing: 11th August 2025
Themes: Blissful night
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