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.
Thursday, October 4, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: ignorance,literature,love