(An old poem- written in 1990)
Go there
Where the sound of your laughter
doesn't reach my ears.
Where, even if you don't call
I can say
He called, but I couldn't hear
He called
He called!
Go there
Where, my tears dry
well before they are sighted
by your cruel eyes.
Where I can find my way
Without you holding my hand
If only I could live
If only I could live!
Go there
Where I can live
without your thought
or your longing
Where, even in the face of such treachery
I can say he was faithful
I wasn't betrayed
I wasn't betrayed!
Go there
Where the sound of your laughter
doesn't reach my ears.
Where, even if you don't call
I can say
He called, but I couldn't hear
He called
He called!
Go there
Where, my tears dry
well before they are sighted
by your cruel eyes.
Where I can find my way
Without you holding my hand
If only I could live
If only I could live!
Go there
Where I can live
without your thought
or your longing
Where, even in the face of such treachery
I can say he was faithful
I wasn't betrayed
I wasn't betrayed!
Oh you write poems in English. I read most of your poems. Worth reading, full of emotions & heart touching. If these are not published, I would like to suggest you to send first 4-5 poems to sahitynest@gmail.com. Sahitya nest is a bi-lingual quarterly from Ajmer, to be started with Oct.-Dec. issue. Manika Mohini
ReplyDeleteThanks Manika. It's great to be appreciated by you. You are a fantastic writer.
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