Your tears mothered rare blooms
Your sword is a call for peace
My lips are a tomb
As I await
Somewhere in Lucknow
We are old in a decrepit house
There is moon dust in your hair
Your words are a melodic chant
Your eyes zephyr-like
Nocturnal birds call out
The pensive wind whispers your name
Junaid!
As I hear the door shut
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Jahnavi Gogoi is a writer of children’s fiction and an emerging poet from the northeast who is now based in Canada. She hopes to refer to herself one day as a global citizen. She is also a freelance writer who has contributed to various publications. Her latest offering is a collection of poems ‘Things I told myself’ presented by Griffin publication and available worldwide on amazon. Her Twitter handle is jahnavigogoi2 and you can follow her on Instagram on add_a_dash_of_words for her soulful verse.