Till night
I wait here
she may ring to me
she may speaks softly
I will wait for a call
Till night and
wish to hear your voice you dear
you may sing song of love
touched your heart, I
fill with love
tell me why why don't you ring
close your eyes, cry with pain
love you dear
when you knocking my door
I don't know what I feel
you might laugh
when I cry
sending your love
standing by soul
passing a year
I don't know right at night
then again
summer came
her old smiling wallet
ringing mobile
and old prayer book.....
and again you a hanging soul
summer came around
and her old blanket on the floor
I woke to the slamming of the door
then the rain came....
and we just let it pour all over to here....
sometimes i just thinking of you
i've been not feel a love of you
and i'm looking not of you
you are a soul hanging, our wall
she said will I come in this vishu dear
well you know that we want to meet
then rain come
let pour all over to here
well i never would have been there
beautiful expression of passion. Best wishes. write more.
I believe the poem speaks about something beyond daily love but may be it is about faith. sometimes we can feel the abandonance when our wish is not become real and what we want beyond reach. Sometimes inner believe will provoke self-submission to the highst power but sometimes our dark side will put the sincerity barrier since we expect what we want from the God for our devotion..... and it is untrue love towards faith. Excellent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like the pouring rain, your love for your sister also pours down in torrents! I can hear the throbbing of a loving brother's heart filled with so much love for a sister, far away! How you treasure all the things that once belonged to her! A poem so warm and tender!