A Brief Note

Silent girl,

Who harbors cryptic thoughts,
I love your inscrutable dark eyes;
I can hear,
The perfect note of deep sadness
That resonates in your silver laugh.

Queen like

You hold back your unspoken words
While I fumble with the poor sentences;
I can read
The ancient scripts, but am illiterate
To what is clearly written in your eyes.

Leave the silent ways to the old queens

And heartless gods;
It is spring already in the mountains,
Let your heart sing.

Diptesh Ghosh