Theme: Love



Sitting there far away,
Radiant as the morn’s ray.
Oh! Lady beaming smile,
Not a trace of lie.
The look diminutive,
The effect superlative.
The hushed talk,
But eyes elsewhere lock.
Both holding the rein,
Trying to act sane.
Both waiting for the moment,
To end this mental torment.
Who makes the start?
To unite the heart.

Let us go to a quieter place,
Let us end this mental game.  


More By  :  Paresh Chanchani

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