Freshman - 685 Points (5th March 1992 / Bhubaneswar)

Oh My Beloved - Poem by SWETA LEENA PANDA

My beloved
Oh, My beloved
Is this love
Say something
I need to hear your voice
My beloved
Oh, My beloved
Steal me from myself
Hide me in somewhere else
Hide me in your heart
It’ll be the best choice
Don't ever leave me
Don't let me get lost in loneliness
You are everything for me
I don't want to be away from You
Who knows what tomorrow will bring
Lets take our vows together today
For forever we are going to be together
My beloved
Oh, My beloved
Open the door of my heart
You will find one name written
And that’s you only
I lost myself in your eyes
I start dancing without any reason
I start murmuring silently without any reason
I start forgetting my words while speaking
Why do I do what I do, I don't know
My beloved
Oh, My beloved
Is this love
I told my heart felt words
Prove to me that you truly love me too
If there's any doubt in your heart, let it goes
I won't give myself up so easily
My loving heart says one day I’ll be crazy for you
look at me with eyes closed,
behind the shelter of your hand
My beloved
Oh, My beloved
How do I tell you my love, how love happens
Who knows when and how
one will meet one's true love
The name that's written on your heart, is the one you will fall for
How do I tell you my love, how love happens
My beloved
Oh, My beloved
I feel I am in love with You!

Topic(s) of this poem: love and art

Form: Elegy

Comments about Oh My Beloved by SWETA LEENA PANDA

  • Amitava Sur (8/31/2015 7:34:00 PM)

    Loved your ballad of love with many sequence and phases, your impatience, closeness and desires have surfaced with an outburst. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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  • Anil Kumar Panda (8/29/2015 11:16:00 AM)

    Love is dripping from lines. So touching. (Report) Reply

  • Pijush Biswas (8/29/2015 10:44:00 AM)

    A true lover who is suffering from lonliness, I think, is a real gem,
    somewhere a true lover fails to attain his/her soul which scattered by depressions can make a true love-story,
    here I can hear a true lover's craving for her beloved,
    if there is some mistake by her I will pray for her must, as it is life which often being destructed by love can again show us true way for heavenly love,
    as a victim to love I say that I can feel real fragrance here too.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 29, 2015

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