You are next door
I could even knock
but when I stand up
my throbs mock
and I sit helpless....
I wonder
what have you worn today
blued, whitened or limed you are
wonder what moods you share
and what must me in your thoughts
you are next door
yet, I am afraid to knock......
It is a fool's errand
I just sit and watch
you could hear me
if I call, just whisper
you could see me
if only I wave my hand
I fear
lest i am uncontrollable
I sit
and wonder
and surrender
to my impotent wishes.................
A very poignant piece Lalitha...you describe the waiting very well...
a lovely poem, Lalitha - about the love that dares not speak...sad and lovely
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very beautiful poem. The love and longing are expressed in a gentle and subdued way with feminine touch. Enjoyed much.