You wish to cry, but don't show your tears yet
and don't let your heart go down to burn
seek no relief and search for no refuge
don't think of dying and think of no return.
you wish to cry,but don't show your tears yet
and don't curse your fate for the delay
your dreams are golden your intent is pure
be saving your cries best for that golden day.
I do not know the star position of the moment I thought of creating myself a blog. Whatever, at the back of my mind there must have been a feel for the need of a vent, a vent to my poetic diction.This feel, rather want, was being continuously suppressed by me for long . Again I say, I do not know how the mistle outmiffed to be a hale hailstorm.
Monday, March 03, 2014
O Simba !
In the faces of all soft paws
I try to see your happy face
among all tinkling sounds around
I try to find your tinkling lace
in my heart I do complain
why ever had you to venture out
in my heart I knew your pains
why ever had you to venture out
when you came to me to sleep
and I would rub your under chin
you would sleep like in mother's lap
and I would proudly feel akin
there is no one after you have gone
to lick my fingers in my sleep
no one comes to check on me
for a constant company happy to keep
I miss that when I clapped to call
and you would play with me for hours long
I miss your faces you would make
to woo me after something wrong
I miss you but I try to be happy for you
I remember how you skipped meals
and sit with me like a princess dull
I know you know how it feels
has not changed a dime of what is yours
your bowls and your supertoys
I treasure them and often I touch
to see you in your superjoys
I pray you are happy where you are
and you have all that you searched here
and I love you and forget you not
and I see you when I am there.
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