Tuesday, May 19, 2009

When You Come- Maya Angelou

When You Come

When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.

Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,

I CRY.

3 comments:

  1. amazing poetry..!!
    wld like to be ur frnd..

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  2. Dear Priyanka,
    Thanks for visiting and you are welcome again:)
    It would be nice to get in touch, but for that may be next time you can leave some contact id:)
    good day!

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