Gentle

by Kingshuk Chakraborty

Was my modesty wrong?

Or did you find arrogance in it

For no reason?

I wonder, if you get burnt

Even by the light of stars!

In your thrown silence

And the growing indifference,

Let your grievances now

Then light up a wildfire

Only to remain in ripples

Of its embers

In my quiet heart

Forever.

It will still be a jasmine

That blooms in the night

And can never be a burning Sun!

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