A sketch

 A SKETCH

YOU ARE A SKETCH,
DRAWN AND KEPT
SECRETLY,
INSIDE A BOOK,
IN THE SHELF,
NO ONE READS,
MOLDED IN DUST,
I DO OPEN IT
IN PERPLEXITY,
WHEN WINDOWS AND
DOORS ARE CLOSED,
ALL SLEEP DEEP AND
I MORBID AWAKE,
AS I TURN THE LEAVES
YOUR FACE APPEARS
LIKE SUDDEN PEARL
FOUND INSIDE SEA-SHELL,
WAVES RAISES AS HUGE AS MOUNTAINS
IN EYES OF YOURS,
IT DRENCHES ME
ENTIRE, YOUR VOICE
REACHES ME,
WITH YOUR LIPS STIFF,
YOUR BEARD FACE
MAKES ME REMEMBER
OF SOMEONE UNKNOWN
WITH HIS UNACCEPTABLE
NON-EXISTENCE,
YOU ARE A SKETCH,
DRAWN AND KEPT
SECRETLY,
INSIDE A BOOK
IN ME DEEP,
FOREVER,
WHICH NO ONE READS

Reviews

[zainul]

Excellent write.
I thought that I was turning the leaves like you.
I love these lines most:

"AS I TURN THE LEAVES
YOUR FACE APPEARS
LIKE SUDDEN PEARL
FOUND INSIDE SEA-SHELL",