At night I see my phone
Waiting for the ringing tone
I imagine my love with a lovely smile
Who is away from me miles n miles
When u were in my arms
I would see your face with lovely charms
I am not a poet but still want to write
Because I am sitting here alone very quiet
We used to speak everyday for hours
Now I feel I am behind the bars
I know compromises to be made are five
But what’s the hell going in my life
Peeping into my past
I feel very lost
Hope the old days come back soon
It wills be like a life in moon
At night I see my phone
Waiting for the ringing tone
Many more things appear in my mind
I pray to god to be kind.
Longing of the parted lover...expressed with depth and feel of new age, waiting for the electromagnetic waves that carry her tender voice! ! ! ! ! ! ! good write!
Honest and Simple Poem. Straight from the heart. Very original. Keep up the good work. Ash (Rishi's Dad) .
Nice poem, Nirup, seems like you've got it bad, well done Lynda x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmm all the things we do when we are in love.....good luck with it...neat