Ramdas Bhandarkar

(Madikeri)

O My Soul Mate!


Shattered pieces in big bang
destined to go round and round,
searching here and there
meet here destined at this point
at this point of time,
trillion years lost to find you
once lost my heart, o, sweet heart,
my waiting, my search
my perseverance paid
how can I lose you to suffer
till next cycle, not sure.

Down the heaven you came
up the hell of waiting, I raised
let us fly like birds
together to the tree
where we have our nest
before it let us dance
finding home, our sweet home
like butterfly we sail in sweet air
like bees let us drink honey
honey, in garden. under moon
moon look sweet with my Honey!

Submitted: Monday, July 29, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013

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