Old Night Poem by Kirti Sharma
Old Night
Too old the night has turned,
too cold is this falling love,
and there is a need of your warmth,
still waiting for you to come.
Stay here,
stay with me.
See my heart,
it can't stop bleeding.
Your love, the aid.
Is the absence too late.
This old night,
will die some day.
Come back soon..
or else, it wont stay...
Rose leaves when the rose is dead, Is heaped for the beloved's bed, And so thy thought when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on, Distances have made your emotions so strong that you are creating beautiful poems.
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4/19/2024 2:34:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Brief and Beautifully written...