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Can You Hear Me?

At the threshold of age, I crumble

My eye’ve lost their gleam

And my voice its thunder,

Yet, my frail hands beckon.

Can you hear me?

In all vulnerability,I fumble

Seeking to be held

by the little fingers

That were in yesteryears entwined in mine.
Can you not hear me?

My fevered brow, trembles-

Awaiting a tender touch, a caress

Fancying a gift, from your precious spool of time

Yet, your eyes glimpse not at mine.

Can you not hear me?

My heart rumbles

Albeit, oft less ferociously,

Panting like a pard, to readily devour

Each moment gained.

Can you not hear me?

Why? Pray, why do you not hear me?

Or, is it loneliness engulfing me

In a desert of monotony, a void of nothingness,

That threatens to destroy me?

Yet, I repeatedly beseech,

” Can you hear me?”

Perchance, I am lost in a soliloquy.

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Written by Mumtaz N K

Trainer, reader, littérateur  & wayfarer...many selves wrapped in one physicality

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