Wait For Spring To Come Poem by V P Mahur

Neither you nor your love
Is any more with me
Perhaps we cannot be
One in this sorrowful world
The heart frequently
Convinces me
The end of this life
Would be a new hope
To meet you
In the world above
But it is not easy
To kill the heart
Which is the abode
Of your smile broad
You loving touch
And your unsolved knot
What you feel
Is hard to imagine
For, you never revealed
Your heart’s intention
And no pacifying reason
To end the love season
Was it destined?
Sure as the weather and wind
That it will change
And the winter will have
A fearful revenge
By falling all the leaves of love
Turning them
Into pale of pain
And drying them
Into the tormented plain
Flying them away from you
With the wind of
Unkind differences
Now the corpse of love
Buried deep inside
Waits for the spring
To again bring
A new sapling of love
From the deep to
Lightened above