Mukesh Raval


Come Next Winter, Friends - Poem by Mukesh Raval

COME NEXT WINTER, FRIENDS


I WILL WAIT WITH MY SON IN MY HANDS
FORGET NOT COMING TO MY LAND MY FRIENDS

WHEN THE WOODS BLOOM WITH FLOWERS OF SNOW
WHEN THE BOREAS BRING YOU HELL WITH BLOW
WHEN YOUR HEARTS CRAVE FOR WARMTH AND GLOW

FORGET NOT COMING TO MY LAND MY FRIENDS
I WILL WAIT WITH MY SON IN MY HANDS

YOU SHALL NEST IN A PASTURE NEW
CLOVER IS GREEN AND FOES ARE FEW
I WILL SHOW YOU SOME ETHEREAL VIEW

FORGET NOT COMING TO MY LAND MY FRIENDS
I WILL WAIT WITH MY SON IN MY HANDS

YOU SHALL BATH IN HOT WATER SPRING
WRAP INTO SWEATERS THE SUNNY DAYS BRING
STROLL ON THE PLAIN WHERE SUN RAYS CLING

FORGET NOT COMING TO MY LAND MY FRIENDS
I WILL WAIT WITH MY SON IN MY HANDS

TELL THEM THE STORIES OF LIGHT AND HUE
TELL THEM THE STORIES OF GREEN AND BLUE
BRING WITH YOU SOME MORE FRIENDS NEW

FORGET NOT COMING TO MY LAND MY FRIENDS
I WILL WAIT WITH MY SON IN MY HANDS

PACK IN THY BAGS SOME FAIRY TALES
WRAP IN THY LUNGS SOME HOMELY SMELLS
MY SON WILL JUMP TO SEE DOLL BELLES

FORGET NOT COMING TO MY LAND MY FRIENDS
I WILL WAIT WITH MY SON IN MY HANDS

BYE BYE O BIRDS IF WE CAN NOT MEET
FORGIVE ME FRIENDS IF I CAN NOT GREET
FORGET NOT THE SKY YOU FLEW WITH ME
FORGET NOT THE LAND YOU ROAMED WITH ME

WORRY NOT TO COME NEXT WINTER MY FRIENDS
MY SON WILL WAIT WITH MY NAME IN HIS HANDS

Mukesh Raval
India [29/01/2010]


Comments about Come Next Winter, Friends by Mukesh Raval

  • (1/29/2010 11:29:00 AM)


    what a piece of melody u have created, poem master! sweet soothing music, rhymes dancing like river waters, imagery par excellence (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 29, 2010

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 30, 2010


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