May be its my last frown...
May be its my last tear to shed...
May be its my last urge to heal...
O friend just sit by me...
Lets do something freak...
Let me look deep into your eyes...
And let yourself feel...
Let me say all the random thoughts i had ever...
And if I tend to talk a little longer...
Let me feel that you want to hear...
Like forever...
Let me hold your hand for a moment...
And let me explain, what i actually mean...
And if I ever start to cry...
Let me weep...to some levels so deep...
You be silent in this whole conversation...
You be a listener and let me speak...
The moment I am done...
You just make an eye contact...
Look down in my heart...
Somewhere so deep...
And give me a soft hug...
Because O friend...
May be it's my last voice...
May be it's my last touch...
And may be it's my last breath...
You said it shivani.we cannot judge ourselves or say if the next instant it comes is our end.you have emphasised the importance of heartfelt companionship by ur words.it would be indeed great if someone is ready to listen to us always whoever it is.
We all need someone who can listen to us, really listen without judgement. Fantastic poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Shivani Y. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.