Theme: Love


The stupor of my eyes have gone,
And it’s 4 a.m. of the dawn,
I am staring at the ceiling fan
While my thoughts spin round you, man!
Can’t wait till the morning to know
Whether you will come or not, and oh,
Each minute seems like a year,
And in my mind I have that fear,
That you may not be able to make it,
But I can’t handle your deficit,
You may be busy like any other day,
But it seems like I can’t stay away!
Feel like running to you to beg your one glance,
Wish I’d kneel down to say, “Give me one chance,
My heaven, my ecstasy is at your feet,
And nothing else can ever be more sweet,
Than you my beloved, my dream’s King,
What else is there in my heart’s being,
If it doesn’t possess the richness of your love,
And feel not blessed by the Lord above!”
Hope the morning brings the best
And puts an end to my heart’s quest!


More By  :  Rupradha Mookerjee

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Comments on this Poem

Comment thank you for your deep concern Sir! :-)

21-Mar-2011 04:13 AM

Comment The separation you paint so well, and I wonder how to bring peace in your heart when the fire of longing is rising so high!

21-Mar-2011 03:26 AM

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