Why do you have to speak
For me to hear you
Why can I not be like the breeze
And enter your being posing as air

Without you calling out to me
Or wanting to possess me
Without any sense of ownership
Invading my senses

Where I can mingle as I please
Of my own free will
Where there is a sense of belonging
Without the bindings of compulsion

You shall know of my presence
From the sweet fragrance
Which shall linger in your mind
Long after I have left

Subir Chakraborty / 16th April 2019