Her secret world poem

I am still that kid
Whom when you restrict
To go somewhere promised
Wouldn't say a word, rather
Would give a silent nod
But deep inside, seeps an eerie sadness
Trickles into soul, drop by drop

I still feel this way,
After all these years of growing up,
Context changed, nothing much else,
Your promise of taking into that secret world,
Which you had weaved amidst all our interactions,
Never materialised,
The sadness again,
Trickles inside soul,
Drop by drop,

And what worse!
You left behind an infinite loop running into oblivion,
Till those drops swell into waves...
Waves of....
--Geet Behera