keeping the window open,
sitting on the sill,
holding pen in lips,
looking at the street end,
no one knows me waiting,
someone who hasn't promised,
Yet my dear I am waiting....
Beautiful Jahan. contents of your heart poured. very tragic...
wait, wait & wait, thats a word have a power to make anyone destitute & deprived, but valour person always faces the hardships &* tribulations of life with patience & great heart, ur loss will not be fulfilled but u r still waiting..really a touching poem..awesome
I know what it's like to lose loved ones. Life moves on, and so should you. ...of course, it's not exactly the easiest thing to do but still. Anywho, great poem!
Yet my dear I am waiting.... This poem is great in the sense that it says more than you could write jahan...its so touchng and the last line has all the power to conjure a tear. Nice write but above all straight from the heart. Thank u.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who you waiting dear? I lke this but make it more longer and express your feeling.