Linger For The Last Call...... Poem by Richa Dhodi

I leave to you, to decide,
To scorch the fire of love,
Beam ways with a new definition,
And Passionate speech to hold tight..

I feel nonchalance now,
As you don’t straddle emotions alike,
But still, I linger for the last call,
To see a plume of love,
Which prove me wrong…...

I wiggle with fun to see you in proximity,
You are always a fair and young smoother friend to me,
I always graced moments with you,
I No Not when I moved ahead and thought different….

A thick array of pleasant appearance,
Made me, love you kindly,
And made you vital,
On expressing, you said, “Stop importuning me, you Weirdo”,
But, don’t know, why you not feel alike….

I won’t hold myself with weeping eyes or get pine in woe,
If I hear your “No”,
As, no where later I will regret,
That my feelings died without expressing..

Or if,

I hear your “Yes”,
I will definitely consider myself luckiest.
And walk on rosy bed…

But, in all two replies,
I want you to step into a soothing go,
And for me, I will fairly take down any of your reply.


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