Two more weeks and you will go far away
From your country, your family and me,
God knows when you will be coming back,
And when shall I see you in person again.
But the day when you'll return to your India,
I'll wear that bindi on my forehead which you like,
I'll adorn myself with the earrings you gave me,
I'll put on the perfume which you love!
But yes, till you come, you will visit me every night
In my dreams you will appear day after day,
I'll smell the warmth of your sweet embrace,
I'll feel your arms around me all the time.
I'll sense the tenderness of your soft touch,
I'll close my eyes and feel your gentle kisses,
I'll believe you are with me till eternity,
I'll try to keep myself happy thinking all this.
Who can understand it better than you Sir!! Your heart is made of gold..
rupradhamookerjee 11-Apr-2011 07:50 AM
Rupradha, your poem pours perfumes of romance in torrents to make life orthwhile. To be in amorous arms and sing songs of life elevate one to a cloud-and-cuckoo land where love flows neck-deep! You are a romantic poet... Love