I close my eyes,
In a hope to see her again.
But then I open them,
I see nothing at another end.
I search, but my sight,
Sees nothing familiar, but for hope.
I’m still alive,
Just to see my life down the slope.
So much to think,
Of many things, I had to say,
I’ll give my life away,
Just find me some another way.
Searching for the known,
I need her a little beyond more.
But the time has gone,
All pages of my life are torn.
So now I stand,
Beyond grief my expressions say.
No emotions left,
Just a dry & dead rustling way.
And I look back, for
A glimpse of her, I may see someday.
I walk alone…weeping
In an innocent month of may…..! ! !
This is like a song of longing. Just put music to it and it'll be a treat. Preets
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Here I am re-reading this exquisite piece! ! it's brilliant, i'm glad you took my advice to record the song! Preets