Rishabh Jain


An Ode To My Beloved - Poem by Rishabh Jain

The dusk went off, and on came the dawn

Moon's over the head, He sees no sign of any yawn

Hungry he sits, Shivvering In this Cold Night

Waiting for the Warm Sun, Through the stars, He sets his Sight

Devastated he is, Regret heavy over his mind

To Her, How could he be so Unkind?

Hit by an arrow, He feels like a Broken Star

Remembering her He sat, PLaying his Bleeding Guitar

He loves her for that She is Pure

To His Every Pain and SOrrow, She's always been the Only Cure

He loves her as he's never loved before

The Endurance of His Love was as strong as a Lion's Roar

He owns her Heart, and She owns his Smile

The bond they share, can never let their love be so fragile

He Hurt Her - Yes He Did! Ah! How Could He?

The Happiness and Joys turned as lousy as the face of an Autumn Tree

Harsh was his Tone, compelling her to Leave him all alone

Strangled by the Miseries, Will he be ever able to call her, his 'OWN'?

Sleepless, He sat up the whole night crying, his eyes wet with tears

To Lose the Love of his Life, was the scariest among all his fears

Still remembers her Last Hug, The way she filled him in her arms

Her naughtiness, and that cheerful smile, enhanced those Lovely charms

The Radiance on her face, as bright as of a SunFlower

To Make her Smile in his arms, was the utter need of the hour

Starved of her Touch, Profound anquish he feels

Folding both his hands, Seeks an apology, as he knelt down on his kneels

Regretful he is, His head hung down in Shame

One hand on his heart, and other over the Candle Flame

Promising to change, He vows never to abuse, never to Fight

Of their Grevious seperation, He prays, Let this alone be the last Night

One Soul Dwelling in two bodies, Destined to be Together

Forgiving and Forgetting, May their Togetherness Blossom like a Flower

The Uncertainity of Life keeps the Man wondering beyond reasons

As is the Anticipation of Rain in the Hottest of Summer seasons

She inspirits him to stay composed, For what the future holds, nobody knows

Holding hands, come step out And Live Today, (Fill) Your life with colours from the bright Rainbows

Before his heart stops beating, and he's proclaimed Dead

He desires to Love his Angel, and gaze at her as his Bride, in Red

Miles to walk, and promises Made to her, he has to keep

Before He closes his eyes, and goes silent into his Sleep!


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This little piece of poetry, dedicated to my Love, has been written by me, during one of my sleepless nights after I seperated from my Love, coz of some terrible mistakes I did. I wrote this in order to rectify them.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 19, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 19, 2012


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