You Poem by J T Jayasingh
You
Those mornings dawned
With songs and scent and colour,
There was a hope, a thrill
To meet you,
You the daughter of eve
Who could have pacified
My fuming manly heart
With satiation less love,
Who could have cured
My burning aches
With a cool soft touch.
Now also mornings dawn
But so practical and real
For no more wait for you,
No thrill, colour, scent, song…
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8/28/2026 1:02:56 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
poet in a very depressed mood? ? emotion packed words... regards sandhya