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I wait...






I know not what I lack,

I know not why I cry,

Since the day you are gone

Everyday I die.

Passing through a dark phase,

I do not know if it will end.

Telling my bleeding heart

In this phase I must blend.

“Saying sorry will not do”,

That is what you told,

But to endure your absence

My heart is not that bold.

I have nothing that

Money cannot buy,

But now these words

Seem so wry,

For I can not have you,

Standing by my side,

I begged you that day

But you did go away,

My faults did not give

You a reason to stay,

I should have stopped you,

I can not bear this pain,

Yes, I need you

To be in my life again,

I put my hand on my chest,

And claim today,

I will wait for you

Till my death day,

In heaven we will meet,

This promise I will keep.

Please, come back to me

How long will we weep?

Forgiveness I ask for,

Before you, my soul stands,

My head is down and

I am with folded hands.

Restless I am not,

I state this with faith,

From today till forever

For you I will wait...


Comments

  1. sure he will come.....
    your words can't make him away from you.....

    anooppt

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  2. wonderful poem,
    superlike
    --Gunjan Sinha

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  3. Hello Sanhita
    To be honest, dont remember how i got here...but glad i did :)
    Very heart warming posts. U got me glued totallly!!

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  4. When your pain starts flowing through your words, understand you are on the right track... great potential and calliber... u gotta go a long way.... so dun let the spirit die...!!! Hope to have u as my co author in some of my novel some day...!!! All the Best!

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    1. Thanks a ton Siddhartha,, I would love to :) keep visiting.. :)

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  5. Touchy…Nice to see such young Writer is coming in this Writing Arena…And “I will wait for the next one”

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  6. Touchy…Nice to see such young Writer is coming in this Writing Arena…And “I will wait for the next one”

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