Searching for the eyes
Who could read
What am I going through.
Calling to those ears,
Who could listen
Even before I speak.
Trying to listen
To those unspoken words
Since ages I'm waiting for.
Waiting to lay my hands
In warmth of trust
Till death makes mine cold.
Seeking that compassion
That need not touch me
But could reach my soul.
Suddenly I halt
And come back a few steps
Aint I asking too much?
there is no way this is asking too much...we all deserve the very best...beautiful write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
asking too much, Anjali? not at all...this is good poetic thinking... a write simple clear and brisk...10/10