Eager Lips Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore
Eager Lips
It is for you I wait
before my own inner shrine.
You promised that you would come.
I shall wait the whole night through
until the morning rays fall on my hair.
I have nothing to offer you,
only my waiting, eager lips.
(I published this poem in Micropoet under the name of my beloved mother Genova Maaa who passed away at a young age. I published for a long time with this second name)
Do you still see your mother as an Angel? And wait for her touch? You see God in your mother. I see most of your poems are dedicated to her in one way or the other.
Are you eagerly waiting? For God? Anyway wonderful presentation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 9:56:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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