Sunday, May 8, 2016
My Long Lasting Love..
Some days ago,
torrent of emotion was on its apex.
Some weeks ago,
desires were distressed.
Some months ago,
affection automatically turns awful.
Some year ago,
I was slight coward to care.
And exactly I want that era,
to be back in my life,
that day when my love was little,
and she was apple of my eye.
My life was full of commotion,
now it is deprived of motion.
Forget to live that merry days,
which I lived to fullest in many ways.
Days were incomplete without embracing her,
dusks were vacant without her elegance.
I am little frantic owing to her,
in absence of mine, she might not be disturbed.
Topic(s) of this poem: love