Appeal Poem by Shraman bajracharya

come on and hold me through your warm embrace of sunlight in noon-tide
You may also come as a soft blowing hustling wind to asunder me apart
Or i shalt be waiting in the languor lingerings days for you to come
Though i also wish you to pick me in the midst of my sweet slumber nights

All i want is you to come and kiss me in my forehead with gentleness
Moreover i may be afraid of the dark plague that haunt me everyday
I felt isolated in between the mystical clan and tribes you created
I stifled in strife in between the wilderness of love and hatred