I hope to hold your hands,when
You stop saying words;
The world of us broke before me
And you fall, I ran.
I run through all arteries veins and nerves
Of your consciousness, -
I frantically search for you,
No verse spoken, no lyric sung,
No pulse I feel rhyming
In your bosom, I only sob.
Still I wait,
Wait for you to weak up.
I hope,
I hope you may came back.
I laid my curls on your crimson breast;
Willing, longing for you to hold me back,
To say me all unspoken words between us,
But no..
Finally, I reached your plams.
I hold your hand, set by you,
I asked you one last time to forgive me.
Then,
I stand,
And, bow to say goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
My heart's content
Poetrya short collection of my feelings in prosaic verse. type -subjective tone- mostly elegiac form and rhythm- free verse with no specific rhythm , experimental Short story, Essay, and letters.
