It is a waiting without a hope,
Anyhow my hand would loop
Your soul's last engraved rope.
My heart swells with baseless joy,
It was like childhood play with toy
When I was immature little boy.
My aching heart beats and bleeds,
But my silent tongue pays no heeds,
A faint connection with distant deeds.
In night and through the midnight
I wait for your droppingsight,
And busy time welcomes a slap tight.
I am a failure to make my mind cure,
And homage to your ignorance pure.
Thank you very much.Your words are always inspiration for me...@Kumarmani Mahakul sir
Feelings of unrequited love expressed nicely. Thank you, Rajat.
Waiting without a hope is really painful and ignorance scribbles mind. Still we hope that failure will cure mind. An amazing and interesting poem is shared here. Love can heal life very nicely...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wish failure will not stop you from trying again and again. Success will come for sure. Very nice. Thanks for sharing.