composed for http://www.msn.co.in/Some say they like my work,
Some are fond of me, calling me a friend;
There is much that is there in my life,
But the emptiness remains…
You are not by my side.
No matter what I do and where I go,
The experience stays incomplete;
The flower withers and colours pale…
You are not by my side.
For reasons known not to me,
I have enthroned you in my soul;
From deep within me, I hear a cry…
You are not by my side.
If only being in heart would mean
Being in the life of one who loves
More than she can ever say…
You would be by my side.
ayeshacgs@hotmail.com
2 comments:
A beautiful poem depicting the mind of one who is pining for her lover who is far away oblivious to her yearning.Very touching indeed.
Dear KP, thank you so much for appreciating it. True, at times, love brings with it much heart-ache.
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