Wait For Grave Poem by V P Mahur

Clouds of sorrow
Crowds on the brow
From the painful evening
Upto the tearful morrow
I look at them
For a drop of love
But their horrible laugh
Only showers
The biting hails
That tear my heart
From top to nails
And my chocked throat
Makes attempts and fails
In the river of tears
I cannot sail
The boat of frustration
To convince my heart
I find no explanation
Why our souls
Unable to be one
But there is hollow all around
Where I to catch thy sound
The raining eyes
Fill the salt in life
And your sweet looks
Act as a knife
Now the wait have
Become grave
And I know for sure
It will end into the grave