Tania (Kotulpur, Bankura)
What name do you give a desire
that was never meant for you—
a small flame held at a distance,
flickering in a place you cannot reach?
Something in its shadow touches you.
A quiet shame,
a soft grip around the heart,
and still the feeling rises.
There is a line—bright, unmistakable—
and yet your longing moves toward it
in the loneliness of night.
No tears.
No claims.
Only an ache that lives deeper
than anything you speak aloud.
A pulse you are not supposed to feel,
a truth you cannot speak.
So you let it stay hidden,
a whisper locked behind the ribs,
knocking softly,
unheard.