True it is...for those who realised.
I am Possessive
I can be Obsessive too.
I am not,
On any grounds,
Deceptive.
Indeed, I am
Receptive,
of your Affection.
But never did I vow the same.
I shall continue to bathe
in the river-flowing affection
that you have laid.
Now its been long,
since you have gone.
And several rivers have come-and-gone.
Wish Wash. Wish Wash.
Away they went,
washing away all the wishes,
all the desires.
Together with the awful Tsunami,
Also went a heartfelt speech written by me.
My love for you,
was left forever suppressed.
Making me nothing else,
but depressed.
Now my resilience
has been progressive.
And no more am I
too defensive.
In your absence
I've been looted of possessiveness.
In your absence
I've been looted of obsessiveness.
What I shall never be looted of,
is your soul's affective eternal presence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem