Darling, it's almost a month,
but here I am still waiting
for you to respond.
Here I am under the vast sky,
waiting for you to reply.
Darling tell me,
Do I need to swim in a deep ocean?
Do I need to sing a song along with birds?
Do I need to write a poetry?
If I don't then tell me, darling.
Do I need to put myself in a trouble?
Just for you to know how
I eager myself to be recognized by you.
I am not forcing you to recognize me,
but then, I'm the desperate one who
forces you to appreciate my existence.
I'm the desperate one
who needs your all attention.
I with an empty pocket,
but with a heart full of hope.
Hoping that someday
you will notice me.
Because darling, I am still waiting.
YOU ARE READING
The Garden of Words
RandomThis is not a story. This is a collection of feelings written during those times when I only got my frail heart and mind. And lost the colorful butterfly in my sight.
