Rohit Sapra

Rookie (7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

Look At Me


Hoping to hear some words from you
Though it will never happen again, I know
Sweet words of love, you are never going to say again
Never ever again to me.
If I have lost something, it is you
I have lost you as never again I will hear anything from you.
Do you have any idea, how much pain I feel?
You are not able to completely trust me
It hurts me but what can I do?
Sadly, I could not be the man of your dreams
Even though, I always wanted you to be woman of my life
It was my wish and I failed in doing anything meaningful
Only wished to be with you, did I do everything wrong?
Look at me now, I am completely deserted.

Submitted: Sunday, July 07, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 08, 2013

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  • Veteran Poet - 2,814 Points Rohit Sapra (7/7/2013 2:04:00 PM)

    Thank you for your wonderful comments. Just my true feelings. Pain of heart can turn into good poetry. Heart needs blood to keep it pumping. It is similar with life as my soul requires words to keep me alive. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 934 Points Unwritten Soul (7/7/2013 1:34:00 PM)

    Again it really pain but its great to give it on paper so you can let it flow out..nice poem Rohit, be strong! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! you are_Soul (Report) Reply

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