Hand Burning Poem by Ravi Kopra
Hand Burning
Come, come
sweet love, come
Without you
I feel lonely
When I see anything
I feel as if
there is something
missing
My mind wanders to
that dusky autumn night
by the beach in late evening
when you slipped your cold hand
in the pocket of my pants
to warm it a little and then
said suddenly - O ghosh, so hot here
my hand is burning...
Monday, February 19, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life,separation
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
aa ki tujh bin is tarah ai dost ghabraataa huu.n mai.n
jaise har shai me.n kisii shai kii kamii paataa huu.n mai.n
-JIGAR MORADABADI
jaise har shai me.n kisii shai kii kamii paataa huu.n mai.n
-JIGAR MORADABADI
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5/7/2024 4:50:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A lovely portrait of loneliness and lost love. Thanks for the sharing.