Beloved Poem by K B Manchanda

Beloved

Rating: 5.0


On a smooth and calm night
I looked outside the window
Remniscence of past surfaced
to remember a beeautiful face
Remember the soft hand
in my hands
walking down the memorylane
Memiors refreshed
as she drifted away
My beloved no more with me
We togather no more

Spring arrived, flowers bloomed
She wore daisies in her hair
and entharalled I, embraced
felt the heartbeat of her
which throbbed and synchronised with mine
how can i forget the fragrance of thine

The Spring arrived
you no more by my side
Ahhh! ! ! ! ! ! ! will you be
Will you ever
wear the daisies again for sake of mine
daisies again bloom, to make me grey
You no more here with me
for a walk holding hand in hand

The spring came
I feel our ways never cross
I long to hold your hand
I long to persent a rose
with all my love I hold
Will you ever come
Will it happen

O' Spring my beloved, no more
No more with me
We togather no more

O Spring could you not delay
your arrival
O Spring to tease me is the sole
intention of your arrival
You both enjoy my cryings and screams

Come
Come you both
not in turns
Come togather
to make me delighted
Come togather that
I welcome you
Lovely season
when I find my
pretty blooms this Spring

Summer
I remember the summer
earlier your scorching heat
brought sweat on my forehead
swiped by her
She blew air with her scarf
to make me comfortable and calm
by the fragrance of her
mixed with the breeze of her fan
gave me solace
and made satisfaction
evident on my face

O Summer you are here
I welcome you
but she is not here
O' Summer my beloved, no more
No more with me
We togather no more

bare feet I stand
Staring direct in the eyes of the SUN
and pray
Can you bring in more heat
I am not sweating much
Though got burns on body and
my feet are sore
My condition cannot melt
the cold heart of my lover
to make her come back to me
to clear my sweat
though commune now drops of tears n sweat
I can
I can die just to feel
the blissful breeze
but now my vision is blurred and obscured
I am almost blinded by the SUN
O Summer Please go
my beloved with me no more
We two togather no more.........

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